Chapter 7: The Nun’s Awakening

Eileen carried the nun into the infirmary.

Her condition was dire. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Her body temperature was alarmingly high. Eileen detested the sensation, but at this moment, such personal discomfort was secondary. The immediate priority was to save her life.

Eileen unfastened the nun’s clothes, revealing her completely naked before her. The sight of the sacred nun possessing such a sinful body was startling.

The chasm between sanctity and sin, it seemed, was sometimes not so vast after all.

Eileen, however, had no time to ponder such paradoxes now. The nun’s body was terribly weak.

She could discern that the cause of the nun’s severe state was the internal fire raging within her.

This malicious method, leaving no retreat, struck Eileen as incredibly ruthless for a nun to employ against herself.

Yet, the nun had overlooked a crucial detail: she was imprisoned within the territory of dragons, the very race most proficient in controlling fire throughout the world.

Even though Eileen harbored a deep aversion to fire, dragons possessed an innate mastery over it.

Eileen’s hands moved over various parts of the nun’s body: soft curves, smooth valleys, a slender waist, a flat stomach devoid of any excess, and long, graceful legs.

This was not due to any strange癖好 of Eileen’s; rather, she was meticulously applying a spell to the nun’s body, gradually bringing down her temperature.

But this alone proved insufficient. Extending her hand, Eileen gently pried open the nun’s mouth and inserted her fingers within.

The soft, comfortable cavity walls enveloped Eileen’s fingers.

Her fingers began to absorb the internal flames from within the nun’s body.

Simultaneously, small beads of sweat started to form on Eileen’s forehead.

She frowned.

‘So hot.’

‘Such a hateful sensation.’

She desperately wanted to withdraw her hand, but doing so would undoubtedly spell the nun’s demise. She could only endure.

Fortunately, the nun’s body temperature began to drop, returning to normal. The moment was right, and Eileen carefully withdrew her fingers from her mouth.

Following her hand, a fire snake erupted from the nun’s mouth. However, because Eileen had prepared beforehand, the nun remained unharmed.

Eileen settled into a nearby chair, patiently awaiting the nun’s awakening.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

The nun still showed no signs of opening her eyes, lying motionless on the bed.

Eileen waited with immense patience. Faltis had previously informed her that she had other matters to attend to during this period.

Therefore, her sole focus could remain on the nun.

Yawning, Eileen propped her chin on her hand. The nun’s vital signs were all perfectly stable.

‘She should be waking up soon. There can only be one explanation…’

Yarlola kept her eyes closed, yet she sensed her body slowly reviving. Her senses and perceptions were gradually reawakening.

Her body temperature steadily normalized, and her breathing, pulse, and heartbeat all returned.

‘I… didn’t die?’

Yarlola tentatively wiggled her fingers.

It was a struggle, but she could manage it.

However, Yarlola quickly snapped out of her surprise at her revival.

As a member of an A-rank Dragon Slaying Squad, she could distinctly feel the presence of a dragon nearby.

A highly dangerous silver dragon.

Nevertheless, the silver dragon’s breathing was remarkably steady, as if it were sound asleep.

Yarlola remained cautious. She knew her current physical state offered no chance of victory, even if she attempted a sneak attack.

She had no idea where she was, but the softness beneath her suggested a mattress.

And, whether it was her imagination or not, she felt a distinct coolness on her body.

Creak

Eileen rose from the chair.

Yarlola’s body tensed. She dared not even breathe, terrified that Eileen would discover she was awake.

Naturally, Yarlola’s subtle movements had not escaped Eileen’s notice.

Even though Eileen’s eyes had been closed moments before, every action of Yarlola’s was within her grasp.

She approached Yarlola’s bedside, leaning over to gaze at her. Then, a perplexed sound escaped her lips. “Still not awake?”

This made Yarlola sigh in relief; she believed Eileen hadn’t noticed her.

But then, Eileen’s cold hand brushed against her body, and Yarlola suddenly realized she was lying completely naked before Eileen.

The realization brought an instant rush of shame, causing her skin to flush pink, making her appear even more alluring.

Eileen, however, seemed oblivious to this. Her hand continued to roam over Yarlola’s body.

“Hmm?” Eileen uttered another questioning sound.

Then, Yarlola heard a soft clink.

It was the sound of Eileen’s shoe falling to the floor.

If Yarlola were to open her eyes, she would see Eileen straddling her. With just a glance, she could behold the mysterious realm beneath Eileen’s maid dress.

Due to certain peculiar preferences, Eileen wore white lace, and beneath the hem of her skirt were exquisite white silk stockings.

A white lace garter adorned her thigh, featuring a silver, heart-shaped cutout. The slight indentation of flesh at her thigh made it even more captivating.

This scene, a fantasy for countless others, was now before Yarlola. Unfortunately, with her eyes closed, she could not take in the breathtaking view.

‘What exactly does she want to do?!’ This feeling of the unknown was the most terrifying.

Eileen sat directly on Yarlola’s flat abdomen. She reached out and caressed Yarlola’s face.

Then, she pinched Yarlola’s nose and mouth.

It had to be said, those capable of joining an A-rank Dragon Slaying Squad truly possessed some skill.

Ten minutes passed, and Yarlola showed no reaction whatsoever, leading Eileen to briefly wonder if she had died.

In that case, Eileen could not be blamed.

As the saying goes, ‘Even if you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve seen a pig run.’

While Eileen was utterly powerless before Faltis, that didn’t mean she was entirely clueless.

She gently stroked Yarlola’s body.

The body was the most honest. Although Yarlola tried her best to endure, and Eileen hadn’t fully ‘gotten to work,’ merely tracing circles on her body.

But because her eyes were closed, her other senses had become far more acute.

“Wake up, it’s already standing,” Eileen said.

“What do I have that could possibly be ‘standing’?” Shame instantly flooded Yarlola’s mind, making her unable to maintain her composure any longer.

Eileen pointed to Yarlola’s chest. “Don’t believe me? See for yourself; I’m not lying to you.”