Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

The devil's horns showed through the blue hair, and Mostima tickled Ceylon's legs with her thin, round, peach-tipped tail.

"What should be the punishment for being late?"

"It was only a short delay."

Xilan pursed his lips and said, "Isn't it that Patriarch Mostima simply wants to bully people?"

"Oh my, you found me."

Mastema said in mock surprise.

Ceylon hummed softly.

"It doesn't have to be me all the time, right? You guys should go play with Hei more, she's a little uncomfortable with it."

"Don't worry. Thanks to Ceylon and Mr. Herman's kindness, the dark side of her heart has been almost eliminated. She even invited our eldest daughter to join us, didn't she?"

Mostima smiled and said, "The young lady is quite open-minded~"

Ceylon didn't say a word to Mostima, ignoring or perhaps assuming that the bad angels beside him were not behaving properly.

Give her some small items like small bells.

Snapped.

The clear and sticky sound of water.

The water drops hit the silver plate held by the stone statue inside the church.

The interior of the Lateran was empty.

It was so quiet that it was almost scary.

Ceylon didn't find it strange at all, he just reached out and silently hooked up the shoulder strap that had slipped down his arm.

Did you all go to that little church on the seashore to play?

For a moment, Ceylon seemed to remember something and puffed up his cheeks with some unhappiness.

Hei didn't know to wait for her and just went off to play by himself.

He said he wanted to protect her, but that was all lies.

Hei should know how much these Sakotas like to bully people.

The orange and tender pink knees were slightly bent inward, and seemed to be about to come together, and then fell to the ground.

Ceylon clenched the hem of her skirt with both hands, her cheeks flushed as she slowly exhaled.

"Hmm~"

Mostima turned around and smiled at Ceylon, who suddenly became timid and moved slowly.

"Miss Ceylon, we are only a few steps away. Come on, the ritual of purifying impurities, desires, and pain has already begun. If we don't hurry up, we will all be late."

Ceylon did not reply.

She just bit her plump cherry lips hard.

Her slender eyebrows were twisted together with a hint of pain, and her delicate and slender nose was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

Not only did she not quicken her pace, she actually walked even slower.

Move forward step by step.

After walking a few steps, he even squatted on the ground, slightly opened his mouth and breathed in and out deeply.

"I can't do it anymore... Wuuuu, stop for a moment, Mastema, I can't move like this."

Ceylon begged for mercy with a slightly crying tone.

"Eh~ Has the uncleanness and evil spirits in Ceylon become so serious? It seems that I need to help the young lady purify herself a little bit now."

Mastema and Exiah smiled evilly and took out the small whip used for the purification ritual. "Don't worry, it will be fine soon~"

059 It’s all because of the black!

There were still tears hanging on the thin, curved eyelashes.

The corners of Ceylon's eyes and the tip of her nose were still flushed, as if she had just cried bitterly.

"It's all Hei's fault. He left me alone and came here to play."

She murmured to herself with a rather resentful tone.

Those bad angels are really good at bullying people.

Every time she was about to go to heaven, I would stop and say to her: "No, Miss, can you go to heaven like this~"

One is worse than the other.

They are all bad guys.

She was almost bullied by that group of Sakotas and cried for mercy.

"Oh my~ Miss Ceylon has become so strange? This whip is clearly used to purify impurities and evil desires, why does Miss Ceylon look even more unbearable?"

Mastema's teasing words still faintly echoed in her ears.

Ceylon felt his cheeks burning hot again.

It's like there's fire burning.

It's too embarrassing to talk about.

She has become very strange.

Even if I am bullied by those bad angels with whips... I won't feel very sad.

It may even feel very strange.

A little joy?

'That's not the case.'

Ceylon denied the strange self in his vague memory.

She adjusted her breathing slightly, and slowly moved her steps along the beach towards the small church on the coast.

She walked very slowly.

The holy vessels, used to purify impurity and evil, were not in her possession.

There was no continued cleansing of her depraved and impure thoughts.

But Angel took off her original high heels and replaced them with a pair of dark red hollow high heels.

I don't have good intentions.

It is also a product used to play tricks on people.

In order to prevent her from secretly taking off the high heels, Angel even locked her ankles with thin silver chains.

The heels of high heels are so thin and pointed that they are no longer used to increase height or adjust body proportions. They are purely a product used to bully people.

The high and thin heels made her feel the heels poking and even pounding her delicate soles with every step she took.

It's a very difficult and strange feeling.

It's like walking barefoot on a cobblestone path in the park.

But compared to the massaging sensation of a cobblestone path, the feeling brought by a single heel is much stronger.

It feels sore and numb, and sometimes there is a dull pain.

But strangely, it makes people feel inexplicably comfortable.

The mixed feeling makes it almost impossible to walk.

If only that was all.

The soles of the high heels that Angel of Power put on her seemed to be made of some strange material.

When you put your center of gravity on it and step completely on the sole, you will feel it very clearly.

The sole is incredibly soft, you feel like you are sinking into it, and then you feel a soft and sticky feeling like there is a sticky liquid.

The feeling is so weird that it's hard to describe.

It felt a little itchy and sticky... the feelings were so complicated that she didn't know how to describe them.

I just felt them spreading to my heart little by little, and then flowing to my limbs and bones through the blood.

The whole person became strange.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

The feeling in my feet seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The mixed feelings seem to be able to devour one's sanity.

"Those bad angels!"

Ceylon, who was bullied, shouted in a low voice with some anger.

She was also annoyed that she was always the one being bullied.

As for this strange little punishment, she actually wasn't very resistant to it.

There are even some little emotions that are hard to explain.

“Haha~”

Ceylon slightly opened and closed her cherry lips, uttering a faint orchid sound.

The ethereal singing voice came and attracted her attention.

A girl in a red dance dress was sitting on the rocks, swinging her tender white legs and singing a song from Agor's hometown.

"Miss Ishamara, aren't you going in to play?"

Ceylon said towards Ishamara.

"Ok?"

Ishamara stopped singing and tilted her snow-white neck to look at Ceylon.

She shook her head.

"It's a rare opportunity for you to come here, so play for a while longer."

"Let's go together~"

Ceylon raised her eyebrows and said, "We are sisters. Sisters shouldn't think about more or less."

She is actually a little narrow-minded.

Those Sakotas must be going crazy in this Lateran basilica.

If she went in alone, she would definitely be bullied by that group of pleasure-loving Sakotas.

Having Ishamara go in with her, although it can't be said that such things can be avoided, at least there is someone to share the burden with her.

"bring it on."

Ceylon extended his hand toward Isamara and winked at her playfully.

"Ok."

Ishamara nodded vigorously.

She actually wanted to be with the 'happy group'.

It’s nice to sing here alone, but I always feel a little lonely.

She also likes happy things and doesn't like this feeling of loneliness.

There's nothing better than being able to party with a big, happy group of people.

Ceylon successfully invited Ishamala to accompany him.

Push open the heavy wooden door in front of the Lateran Basilica.

The noise and the sound of musical instruments came out.