In the damp Dungeon, Milly was tightly shackled in irons.
Her clothes were in tatters, her delicate curves faintly visible.
A blindfold covered her face; she didn’t know what was happening, only able to hear the occasional drop of water falling into a small puddle with a crisp “ding-dong”.
The girl’s name was Milly, and not long ago, she had reincarnated into another world.
At that time, Milly discovered a strange change in herself. She had originally been a boy, but now had become a pitiful, delicate girl.
Later, she became the Saintess of the Goddess Cult.
The Goddess Cult was hostile to Witches. Witches carried the Evil God Curse, a curse that could infect ordinary people—the closer the contact, the easier the infection.
Those infected would gradually become dazed, and in the late stages, turn into monsters.
The Saintess’s duty was to eliminate Witches and purify the infected.
Milly didn’t have much talent for healing. She could use it, but it was barely effective. Still, when the Goddess closes one door, she opens another.
Milly was very powerful, especially skilled at Light Attribute Magic.
She had destroyed many Witch hideouts, and for a time, her reputation soared.
Two days ago, Milly led a team on a mission.
But they were ambushed midway. Even worse, her squad members seized the chance to betray her—a dagger pierced Milly’s chest, blood gushed forth, and the Traitor’s face twisted into a mad grin.
“Hehe, die, Saintess!—”
Sinister marks appeared on the Traitor’s face, proof that she was a Witch.
Who could have guessed—a Witch had already infiltrated the Goddess Cult!
Milly acted at once, executing the Traitor on the spot. However, gravely wounded, she quickly fell to a Witch ambush.
Milly was captured alive and locked away in the Dungeon.
They were considerate enough to heal her wounds.
Yet what awaited her might be crueler than death.
After all, Milly’s hands were stained with plenty of Witch blood. Even if she hadn’t killed them personally, many Witches had ended up behind bars because of her.
They would soon pick a day to burn her at the Execution Square.
Milly had witnessed executions—Witches howling in agony, cursing the world’s injustice. More than once, Milly had asked herself: Is this truly justice?
At this moment, footsteps approached.
Milly lifted her head, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing her visitor.
Creak—the sound of the cell door opening.
The footsteps came closer. The other person cupped Milly’s face.
“Saintess, I’ve finally got you in my hands.”
“L-Let me go!—”
Milly snapped at Filusha, but being blindfolded, of course, she missed.
She pouted, turning her head away in anger.
If she was going to die anyway, there was no use crying—at the very least, before dying, she would vent her anger on her enemy!
“Despicable coward! You only know how to ambush!” Milly shouted, “Since I’ve fallen into your hands, I’ll admit my bad luck. If you’re going to kill or torture me, just do it already!”
“How could I ever do something so barbaric?”
“Huh?” Milly lifted her head. “Don’t tell me you’re going to let me go?”
“Heh, keep dreaming,” Filusha laughed recklessly. “It’s rare to catch such a cute captive—I definitely want to savor you properly.”
“Savor? …Yaaah!—”
Before Milly could react, Filusha launched her assault. Milly screamed, biting her lip to keep from making any more noise.
“Wh-What are you doing!—”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Filusha whispered in Milly’s ear, blowing gently, “You killed so many of our sisters, I’m only here to get justice for them.”
“You!—Witches are tainted, heaven will not allow you. I’m just enforcing justice… mmph!… S-Stop it!—”
Milly tensed her body, struggling with all her might. The chains held her fast, clinking noisily. She bit her lip, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
With a harsh yank, Filusha ripped her clothes—“Slaaash”—her generous curves spilled free.
“Yaaahhhhhh!—”
Milly screamed, tears soaking her blindfold.
“Go away, don’t touch me… just kill me!—”
Her body was chilly, wind rushing into her torn clothes. She still couldn’t see her tormentor—perhaps Witches didn’t want Saintesses to see their faces?
Or maybe this was just part of her twisted play?
“Kill you? That’s far too easy for you.”
Filusha spoke coldly, “For what you’ve done to us, you deserve to die a hundred times. But I’ll be merciful—I’ll only disgrace your body.”
Filusha lifted Milly’s chin, drawing close.
Blindfolded, Milly could still feel the other woman’s breath.
That sweet, sticky breath washed over her face. Milly bit her lip and shook her head desperately.
“No, don’t come any closer!—”
Filusha closed in and forcefully stole Milly’s lips.
To prevent resistance, Filusha cast Charmed Magic; now Milly was limp, unable to use magic, helpless against whatever Filusha wanted to do.
Who knew how long it lasted—finally, Filusha released Milly, clearly satisfied.
“Not bad, delicious~~”
“Uuu…” Milly sobbed, “That was my first kiss…”
“Wow, so it really was your first kiss?” Filusha beamed. “I’m so honored to have taken the Saintess’s first kiss!”
“You!—”
“Do you still have the strength to resist?”
Filusha’s gaze dropped to Milly’s skirt. Though blindfolded, Milly knew her captor’s intentions were anything but pure.
“Wh-What are you planning now!”
“Is there any point in asking now?” Filusha’s eyes brimmed with indulgence. “The whole room is filled with your scent. Lady Milly, you’ve been holding back for a while, haven’t you?”
Filusha’s smile grew wider as she toyed with Milly at will. Milly bit down hard, resisting with all her strength, but the chains binding her wrists made it all futile.
So hateful, being humiliated by this wicked Witch “big sister”.
No, I can’t blush anymore—otherwise she’ll just get more excited!
Even if she’s under the influence of an aphrodisiac, Milly must keep her dignity. If she must endure, so be it—later, she’d insult Filusha’s technique as revenge!
“Heh, still pretending to be strong?” Filusha slipped an arm around Milly’s waist. “Then let’s see how long you can keep it up.”
“I—I will endure… mmph!…”
“So cute—you say no, but your body’s so honest.”
Filusha was relentless, pinning Milly to the wall.
Milly wanted to fight back, but her wrists were bound. With her struggles, her chest shook with her body—giving Filusha a feast for the eyes.
“To think the Saintess could be so enticing.”
“You! Let me go…”
“A trophy must have the awareness of a trophy,” Filusha pressed closer. “Lady Saintess, won’t you do your best to please your big sister?”
Before the words had faded, Filusha attacked Milly again.
Milly bit her lip, refusing to show any hint of shame. She would not give in, would never surrender to this wicked “big sister’s” depravity, would never let her see her lose control!