“Congratulations on your enlightenment… Looks like it was more than a success,” Kent said after spending enough time taking in the shocked expression on her face.
The discovery that someone she held in high esteem would lower herself in Kent’s presence was just too much to take in. In fact, she just couldn’t understand what had happened.
The four-armed lady, or as Saintess Neomi chose to call her, Naja, was a Monarch of the Spear Path—someone that many would bow to… even kings and emperors would bow to.
So, for someone of such high esteem, lowering herself in front of Kent was just too much to take in.
“Y-you, who are you exactly?” she asked with interest. She wanted to know, for she realized Kent wasn’t someone she could easily ignore anymore.
“I am just your friendly neighborhood swordsman… no need to fuss about it,” Kent smiled, making the disciple and her master look at him with demanding gazes.
“Chill, ladies. I am just that awesome that a whole weapon spirit found me likable. No need to think too much into it.”
He walked closer to Ingrid and held her waist.
“What we should be thinking about now is how we are going to spend the day,” Kent said as Ingrid’s body shuddered when his hands gently massaged her butt.
Kent smiled and looked at Saintess Neomi. “You won’t mind if I steal your disciple for a while, would you?”
The Saintess didn’t even have to reply, as the next second, Kent was on his way inside, carrying the blushing disciple in a princess carry.
When they entered Ingrid’s room, Kent tossed her onto the bed and smiled at her bashful expression. She was just too cute with those eyes that seemed to hold a violet yet purple hue. In a way, they didn’t have a true colour.
“Are you ready?” Kent asked her, and Ingrid nodded, blushing.
She had been waiting for this moment for a while now, so she would be lying if she said she wasn’t ready. She wanted him inside her.
Kent moved closer and locked lips with her, and they started kissing, savouring each other’s warmth. Through the kiss, Kent’s hand roamed her body until it found its way to her breasts.
He began massaging them through her clothes, making the Voidling moan into the kiss.
While this was happening, Saintess Neomi, who was left outside, was suddenly startled when Saintess Selene appeared behind her.
She was supposed to be inside the tower, but she had come out when Kent left for her sister’s place and started following him.
She knew things wouldn’t be easy for the stuck-up Saintess, who only knew how to fight and nothing else.
They were the same in that regard, but in a way, the Saintess of the Spear was much more stuck-up. So, she came to offer her support in the most shameless way possible.
“What are you doing here, Selene?” she asked, looking at the smiling Saintess who was finally exuding the aura of an expert. Her presence was slowly adapting to her spirit root.
“You tell me. Were you planning to stand here while your disciple has all the fun?” Selene asked, flashing a teasing smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Saintess Neomi said, not even looking at her sister. In a way, she was planning on standing there simply due to her shock.
“You are a lost cause,” Selene said, clicking her tongue.
“Your disciple is braver than you. She knew what she wanted, so she went for it, while you, despite wanting this, still don’t have the spine to go for it.”
“Who said I want this?” Saintess Neomi asked, not realizing she had just set a trap for herself.
As expected, the Sword Saintess smiled. “I could have sworn I saw someone peeking on me and my husband just a few days ago. You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”
Saintess Neomi’s body froze when she heard what her sister said. She was that creep. But she never expected either of them to sense her presence when she peeked at them during their intimate moment.
“You don’t have to worry about that, big sister. In a way, I was similar to you in that regard. But just know that you are gorgeous, and that brat in there wouldn’t hesitate to make you feel what love feels like.
I will be going now, and I hope you will realize what you want the next time we meet.” After saying that, she vanished back into the tower.
The Spear Saintess was left standing alone again. This time, she seemed to have recovered from her previous shock and could make a sound decision.
Then she started to think, only to be stopped by the moaning sound coming from inside Ingrid’s room. Her heartbeat quickened when she began hearing that.
“Do I even want to sound like that?” she wondered.
Inside the room, Ingrid was clutching Kent’s head as it was buried between her legs, eating her out like dinner.
His tongue was buried deep within her, making Ingrid moan as if her soul was leaving her body. The only thing filling the room was the sound of licking mixed with her moans.
“AaaHHH~”
Ingrid moaned loudly, then squirted, spraying her juices all over Kent’s face. He kept licking her, making her body shudder uncontrollably throughout the experience.
By the time he was done, Ingrid was out of breath.
Her entire body became sensitive to the slightest touch. Kent laid her on the bed and looked at her with a smile.
“You’re much more sensitive. But that’s also good—it only makes things even better.” Kent spread her legs and smiled, admiring her wet pussy as it glistened back at him.
He was about to dive in again but stopped and turned toward the door. There, he saw the blushing Saintess entering, trying to appear bold.
However, the blush on her face and the fidgeting of her fingers betrayed the boldness she wanted to put up.
“Well then, to what do I owe this visit?” Kent asked with a smile, taking her hands.
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