Click~ Click~
Inside the cramped confession room, the lock on the stone wall was removed.
A second later, the thick stone wall that had provided Su Qi with a sense of security was slowly pushed open.
Witnessing this unexpected situation, Su Qi, who was sitting obediently behind the wall, felt his entire world turn upside down.
What exactly was happening? Why did this person coming for confession have a key to the stone wall? Why was she coming in to find him now? More importantly, how was he supposed to help her with her request?
He was a decent person!
Although Su Qi was completely baffled by the situation, he did not panic too much.
After all, while this lost seeker of confession seemed quite bold, her voice and aura were clearly those of a girl.
If it were a man, Su Qi might worry about various wicked scenarios, but with a girl, he felt much more at ease.
Furthermore, considering this was the Saint Freya Grand Classroom managed by Ye Fumei, security should not be an issue.
Outside the church, there were also Ye Meimei and his good brother, Mo Yu.
If there were a real crisis, he only needed to shout to escape danger.
Since both of them were S-rank adventurers, reflecting on these two points allowed Su Qi to relax slightly.
He took a small step back. Just as Su Qi prepared to speak to this intruder and stop her behavior—
“You…”
He only managed one word before he froze.
As the stone wall was pushed open, a pair of shapely legs wrapped in white silk stockings entered Su Qi’s vision.
Looking at those long legs, the garters faintly holding the white silk in place, and the black leather shoes that revealed a hint of a holy attribute amidst their dainty appearance, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Under Su Qi’s surprised gaze, the owner of the beautiful legs completely pushed open the stone wall. With just one look, Su Qi’s mind went blank.
Sister Fufu? Why was the person seeking confession her?
Wait, if it was Ye Meimei, then the previous confession actually made perfect sense.
In reality, Ye Meimei was a high and mighty Saintess who appeared incomparably holy.
However, after being accidentally summoned to the Succubus Academy, the succubi treated her like a plush ball due to attribute countering.
Many succubi even wanted to keep Ye Fufu as a pet and make her show a broken, dazed expression.
To play along in front of the many succubi, Su Qi had worked hard to play a dominant role in the academy, doing various things to this older sister, Ye Fumei.
But the point was, back then, he was only acting to get through the crisis.
What was the situation now? Based on Sister Fufu’s description just now, it seemed she was addicted?
That was far too strange. Wait, he recalled some novels mentioning that the more high-ranking a person was, the stranger their hobbies could be. But this was beyond bizarre! Was Sister Fumei actually into that kind of thing?
While Su Qi’s mind was in a state of absolute chaos, Ye Fumei, dressed in her holy nun outfit, had already closed the stone wall and was slowly walking toward him.
Although she wore the same outfit, her expression was different from the holy, indifferent look she had this morning.
Now, Ye Meimei’s face was flushed. Her eyes, usually watery and full of pity, were filled with excitement.
Her breathing had become hurried, and her jade-like legs rubbed against each other ungracefully.
“Sister Fufu, what are you doing?”
Seeing Ye Fumei in such an unusually excited state, Su Qi instinctively took a step back.
Because the confession room was so narrow, his back hit the wall immediately, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
“Little Qi, I already told you my confession. I know this is a far cry from my identity, but I truly cannot forget that feeling of taboo. It is a sin. So, punish me, just like you did in that academy. Can you do that, Master?”
Ye Fufu had already walked up to Su Qi, pleading softly like a holy nun.
As she spoke, her hand, covered by a pure white sleeve, brushed lightly under her holy long dress.
She then took out a small black leather whip that Su Qi found familiar—it was the one little Yula had given him in the Succubus Academy.
He instinctively took the familiar object.
Looking at Ye Fufu, who had already prostrated herself on the ground as if reenacting the scene where he defeated her at the academy, he realized she was not joking at all.
At this moment, Su Qi felt terrible. Ye Meimei’s hobby was simply too bizarre and shameful.
As a normal person, how could he have such strange dominant tendencies? Thinking back, he felt like he had always been the one being bullied.
It had been shameful enough at the Succubus Academy; was it happening again now? This really would not do.
“Sister Fufu, you should get up first…”
Su Qi bent his knees slightly, reaching out to pull Ye Fumei up and reject her unreasonable request.
However, Ye Fumei shifted her position.
While avoiding Su Qi’s help, she turned her body around and spoke slowly.
“Master, though it might be despicable to say this, you wouldn’t want your sister’s condition to worsen, would you? I am just such a despicable person. I am not some high-and-mighty Saintess; my heart is actually very foul. Come on, punish me. Step on me to vent your anger. It’s okay, Master. No matter how severe the wound, I can heal it. Don’t worry about me. Come on, do it harshly!”
Hearing the familiar threat of ‘you wouldn’t want…’ once again, and seeing Ye Meimei with her back turned, her body trembling with excitement as her perspective shifted, Su Qi felt incredibly conflicted.
Threatening someone to bully you—no matter how he thought about it, it was super weird!
But given the current situation and his sister’s condition, it seemed he had to go along with it.
Still, bullying the Saintess inside the Saint Freya Cathedral felt immoral in every sense! And… wasn’t this a form of desecration?
While Su Qi was lost in his conflicted thoughts, his gaze shifted slightly downward.
Different from a standard nun’s long skirt, Ye Meimei’s Saintess outfit had a modified hem—a classic style featuring only a wide black ribbon in the center for coverage.
Normally, when walking, this black ribbon printed with a cross appeared incomparably elegant rather than revealing.
But now, in a crawling position, Ye Fufu looked very provocative.
Her plump legs, wrapped in holy white silk, were slightly pressed together due to her posture, creating a faint sensation of silk biting into the skin.
Because of her position, the wide black ribbon covered much less.
From Su Qi’s current perspective, he could clearly see the garters of the white silk stockings and her beautiful, pert curves.
Perhaps it was the visual effect of the white silk and the black ribbon combined with her posture, but Su Qi felt that Sister Fumei’s curves were truly large and firm.
After one glance, his hands felt itchy, and he instinctively wanted to leave a mark.
Beyond that, what excited Su Qi even more was that Ye Meimei was a healing warlock—a healer class.
In that prostrate position, the sense of fullness was apparent. Su Qi couldn’t help but swallow. This… was it really that big? Could two hands even cover it?
Clang, clang, clang~
“Is anyone inside? I’m coming in!”
Just as Su Qi was staring at the prostrate Ye Meifufu and wondering how to handle the situation, a clear girl’s voice sounded from outside the door.
Hearing this voice belonging to his good brother, Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
In his mind, as long as Mo Yu arrived and an outsider was present, Sister Fumei would surely return to her usual holy self.
The crisis would be averted.
But in the next second, something that surprised Su Qi happened.
Mo Yu’s arrival did not make Ye Fufu stop; instead, it made her even more daring.
With a gentle pull, she dragged the dazed Su Qi onto her back. Then, a tiny voice drifted from the other side of the stone wall.
“Master, you wouldn’t want our relationship to be discovered by little Mo Yu, would you?”
After fifteen years, Su Qi found himself acting as a human chair once again.
Facing Ye Fufu’s threatening words and feeling the softness beneath him, he heard his good brother Mo Yu’s footsteps approaching in the confession room.
His small heart began to beat wildly.
As Su Qi grew incredibly nervous, Mo Yu, who had walked to the stone wall, noticed the lock was open and felt puzzled. “Eh? Little Qi, why is the stone lock on your room open?”
“Ah… it’s like this… just now, I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I for… wait… forgot to close it.” Hearing Mo Yu’s suspicion, the flustered Su Qi quickly spoke, but he cried out in surprise halfway through.
Sitting on Ye Meimei was embarrassing enough, but he didn’t expect Ye Meimei to take off his shoes while he was talking and aim for his feet clad in white silk.
“Little Qi, what’s wrong?”
“No… it’s nothing. I just saw a cockroach and got a bit startled.”
“Oh, that’s good then. By the way, Little Qi, do you have any thoughts about what happened in the succubus barrier last time?” (Pokes fingers together).
A warm sensation slid across his arch, carrying a bit of heat that soaked into the white silk.
At this moment, Su Qi felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Fortunately, Mo Yu, on the other side of the stone wall, did not intend to come in.
Instead, she shyly asked a question that sounded like it came from a young girl’s heart.
Under normal circumstances, Su Qi could have analyzed this question rationally.
But right now, feeling the warmth on his foot and the faint, rhythmic sensations through the torn white silk, Su Qi was in a complex emotional state. He felt shame, panic, and a powerful sense of immorality.
His mind was a mess from the stimulation and could not think at all.
“Little Qi, actually, I know it might not be right for me, as a girl, to like you, who is also a girl. But after what happened last time, being close to you makes me feel very happy. And I seem to really like you as a girl. So… Little Qi, do you… do you like me?”
“Little Qi?”
“Little Qi? Little Qi, are you listening?”
Hearing the inquiry from his good brother Mo Yu on the other side, Su Qi was at his limit just trying to suppress his racing heart, let alone dealing with the shame and itchiness brought by Ye Fufu’s intimacy.
He didn’t hear the content of the question clearly at all.
However, through the hole covered by white gauze, he saw that Mo Yu seemed ready to push the door.
To prevent the situation from being discovered, the confused Su Qi quickly nodded and responded.
“Yes.”
As he spoke, in an attempt to make Ye Fumei stay still and stop moving, a slightly angry Su Qi instinctively reached out and gave a light pat to those upturned…
In the next second, Su Qi’s ‘chair’ trembled twice.
Having received Su Qi’s ‘yes’ as an answer, Mo Yu heard a faint, crisp sound.
Although she was a bit puzzled, she thought of Su Qi’s introverted personality and didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just some cute action Su Qi did out of shyness.
Considering Su Qi was very thin-skinned and that she herself felt shy after confessing, Mo Yu said, “Little Qi, I’m going to the bathroom.”
To give herself and Su Qi some time to adjust, Mo Yu quickly left the confession room.
However, as she walked out of the room, Mo Yu felt the jade bracelet on her wrist emit a faint heat.
What was going on?
Forget it, she wouldn’t worry about that for now.
Her relationship with Su Qi had become closer.
She had to report this good news to her great strategist, Sister Fumei. After all, coming to the confession room to confess was her idea.
But as a happy Mo Yu searched the Saint Freya Cathedral, a question mark slowly appeared above her head.
?
Sister Fufu wasn’t in the church. Where did she go?