Chapter 38
Chapter 38: An Important Component
Herarith’s fingers nimbly unfastened her bra clasps, the silky fabric sliding down her smooth skin.
Before Sein could react, she suddenly cupped his head with both hands and pressed his face forcefully into her snow-white bosom.
“Mmph—!”
Sein’s vision was instantly filled with two masses of soft whiteness.
His nose was deeply buried in that enticing cleavage, warm skin carrying the scent of roses and milk overwhelming him, almost drowning him.
Herarith’s chest was fuller than he’d imagined, no less than that other saint’s. The soft abundance tightly enveloped his face, and every breath made his lips inadvertently brush against those gradually hardening pink buds.
“He- Lady Herarith… mmph…”
Sein’s voice was completely muffled by the soft fullness, becoming unclear whimpers.
He tried to struggle, but Herarith held his head even tighter, her slender fingers threading through his hair. He could clearly feel her accelerated heartbeat and the waves of pressure from her rising and falling chest with each breath.
Meanwhile, Herarith’s consciousness floated in a golden ocean, unprecedented pleasure coming from the depths of her spirit, where warm golden waves repeatedly washed over her.
Every nerve ending trembled with joy, as if caressed simultaneously by millions of warm rays of sunlight.
In the depths of her spiritual world, Herarith saw her own magical circuits blazing with unprecedented light.
Those entangled traces from years of overusing magic were being carefully repaired bit by bit by Sein’s unique mental power.
The restlessness and emptiness long suppressed beneath her holy facade were now being gently filled by some invisible force—no, not just filled, but completely purified.
This feeling was too wonderful, so much so that when Sein’s fingers accidentally brushed her waist, she couldn’t help but tremble.
“Mm…”
Her fingertips unconsciously gripped Sein’s shoulders, her long legs wrapped around him slightly curling.
Too tight… suffocating…
Sein’s face was flushed red, his hands frantically patting Herarith’s back.
Each of his struggles only made his face sink deeper into that abundant softness, and when his nose brushed her sensitive spots, Herarith released sweet moans.
“Ah… Sein… just like that… more…”
Warm sweat made their skin adhere more closely, and Sein could even taste a hint of saltiness.
In his oxygen-deprived dizziness, he vaguely felt that Herarith’s peaks had hardened like small pebbles, constantly rubbing against his cheeks with her rapid breathing.
“Let… let go…”
Sein’s struggles grew weaker. Just as his vision began to darken, Herarith finally released her arms.
“Haah… haah…”
Sein gasped heavily as he lifted his head, his lips still glistening with crystal sweat drops.
His entire face was flushed with an unnatural red, disheveled hair sticking to his face.
“So cute… you almost fainted in my arms.”
Herarith looked completely satisfied as she cupped his face, her thumb wiping the moisture from the corner of his lips.
“La- Lady Herarith, you’re really too crazy…”
Sein didn’t dare look directly at Herarith’s bare chest, only glancing aside while greedily breathing fresh air.
“Since we’re pursuing excitement, let’s go all the way. That feeling just now was truly wonderful.”
Herarith’s eyes had formed heart shapes, and she gently stroked Sein’s face.
“You don’t think this is over, do you? Once more.”
Before Sein could react, he was once again engulfed in that boundless sea of white.
“Haah… haah…”
When the mental soothing ended, Herarith collapsed on Sein like a snake with its spine removed.
Her forehead pressed against Sein’s collarbone as she panted heavily, sweat-dampened golden hair revealing flushed ear tips, her breathing hot and ragged.
Herarith’s tongue tip licked across her dry lips, feeling a fullness inside her body, as if every cell was soaked in honey. This satisfaction had nothing to do with lust—like a desert traveler finally finding an oasis, the thirst at the soul level was completely soothed.
“Lady Herarith, how do you feel?”
Sein’s voice came from above her head.
“…Very satisfied.”
Herarith lazily nuzzled his neck, her calves unconsciously brushing against his knees, immediately feeling the taut muscles beneath the fabric.
“The emptiness inside has been filled… if we continued, it might overflow…”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied.”
Sein chuckled softly. After a brief silence, he suddenly spoke.
“As allies, Lady Herarith, could you give me something?”
“Mm? What do you want?”
She lifted her misty eyes.
“Some of your light elemental magic power.”
Herarith immediately became more alert.
She propped herself up, golden hair falling across Sein’s chest, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.
“You don’t have a magic source or circuits in your body, so giving it to you wouldn’t store it…”
Sein didn’t answer, only smiled as he unfastened his uniform belt.
“Wait, wait, I was already satisfied just now!”
Seeing Sein’s still-unsubsided physiological reaction, the saint instantly blushed and frantically waved her hands.
“Things like combination should wait for later.”
But then she seemed to remember something, her face showing a strange smile as her slender hand reached downward.
“Though if you’re willing to completely submit to me, giving you a little reward wouldn’t be impossible~”
“It’s not what you think. I still have that much self-control.”
Sein caught Herarith’s hand helplessly and took several test tube-sized black containers from his belt.
“Look at this.”
“This is made from Death Ore?”
Herarith frowned slightly.
“Yes, these are containers I made for storing magic power.”
Sein gently caressed those containers.
“Why choose Death Ore? Death Ore can’t conduct magic power, even if…”
Herarith seemed to understand something, her words cutting off abruptly.
“You’re right—they can perfectly isolate magic power fluctuations. The magic power you inject won’t dissipate or react, nor will it be detected by any detection magic.”
Sein nodded.
“What do you want this for?”
Her gaze became sharp.
“You’re not planning to do something bad, are you?”
“Just for self-defense. Someone like me without magic power needs at least to throw a ‘flash bomb’ to escape when facing danger.”
Sein smiled bitterly, deliberately showing a pitiful expression.
“If I accidentally died, I believe you’d be troubled too?”
Herarith snorted lightly.
Indeed, such petty tricks posed no threat to her.
She pressed her hand on the container, pure light elements flowing into it like water.
When Sein carefully stored the containers, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar.
“Sein…”
Herarith licked her lips, dangerous light flickering in her eyes.
“I want more.”
“But the magic power just now was negligible to you?”
“Just tell me if you’ll give it or not?”
She pressed her entire body against him, like a spoiled child.
“If you don’t give it, I’ll cling to you and won’t get off!”
At three in the morning, the streets were deserted.
Sein toyed with the magic power container in his hand, moonlight illuminating his barely perceptible smile. An important component was now in hand.
Suddenly, the streetlight shadow beside him began to twist—a black shadow slowly emerged from the darkness, finally taking human form.
A white-haired, red-eyed girl wielding a black giant scythe materialized from the darkness.
The next second, she appeared expressionlessly behind Sein, her blood-red eyes streaking through the night like light.
As her scythe cut through the air, a cold, merciless voice rang out simultaneously:
“All heretics who dare disturb Messiah’s balance… will be completely eliminated.”