Chapter 27 : Let Me Add a Little Extra Spice for You

“Who was that just now?”

Pope Oswell pushed open the door to the Confession Chamber.

Lillian was adjusting the tilted statue of the Goddess.

The explosion should’ve left the room in ruins.

Yet when the light faded—Stacy, disguised as Eileen, stood unharmed.

And the chamber?

Untouched.

As if nothing had happened.

In the shadows Oswell couldn’t see, Lillian’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

The Stacy she faced now felt alien.

The woman she once knew would never have acted like this.

What had she seen? What had she learned—on the day she fell and became the Fell God?

No one knew.

Not even Lillian—her other half.

And with Stacy’s power, the Empire’s “extermination” in ten days was meaningless.

So why ask for the exact timing?

She couldn’t understand Stacy’s motives anymore.

“Stacy… what are you planning?”

Oswell’s voice snapped her back.

She forced herself to stop thinking.

Straightened the statue.

Turned to face him.

Sweat-damp golden strands clung to her neck. Her fingers trembled slightly as she smoothed her robes.

“The woman who just left? She’s Eileen—a regular worshiper. Her mistress is gravely ill, so she comes daily to pray for divine mercy.”

“But her aura…” Oswell frowned, recalling the black-haired maid who’d passed him.

That repulsive presence… he’d felt it before.

Lillian’s heart skipped—but she kept her voice steady.

“Serving a terminally ill master… it’s natural to absorb traces of death aura.”

Relief flickered as Oswell’s suspicion faded.

She lit a new candle, the flame casting shadows over the faint red marks around her neck.

“May the Goddess purify all corruption…”

Leaving the cathedral, the sun blazed high in the sky.

Returning now would be too early.

By her estimate, Milly needed to absorb all remaining sigils to fully decipher the scroll.

At her current pace?

She’d be done by nightfall.

So Stacy wandered the city—aimless, patient.

Starlight City hadn’t changed.

Not a single brick out of place.

Not a shop relocated.

As if time itself had frozen.

And it had.

The world was stagnant—a stagnant pond.

Milly—the outsider—was the first ripple.

How far could that ripple spread?

She couldn’t wait to find out.

She strolled until sunset, then found herself back at the cathedral.

Still time before night.

She waited.

The Holy Radiance Cathedral cast dappled shadows beneath the trees.

Leaning against a moss-covered pillar, Stacy’s black maid skirt fluttered in the evening breeze—revealing lace-trimmed garters beneath.

Crack!

The crisp sound of tearing bread startled pigeons from the branches.

She toyed with the Sacred Bread from the Church, peeling off tiny crumbs, lifting them to her nose.

The scent of wheat—laced with the icy tang of holy water—reminded her of Milly’s sweat-drenched neck last night.

The girl had clung stubbornly to the cage bars—until she collapsed.

When Stacy carried her, Milly’s damp white hair clung to her collarbone—smelling like rain-soaked lilies, sweet beneath the iron scent of blood.

“Little Milly hasn’t eaten in two days…”

A ripple stirred in Stacy’s crimson eyes.

She brought the bread to her lips, letting her tongue graze its surface—as if tasting Milly’s trembling skin.

What if she tossed it into the cage?

Would Milly pounce on it like a starving puppy?

Delicious thought.

But that’d be too easy.

Better to test her first.

Answer correctly? Reward—a bite.

Fail?

Well… the remaining sigils should be fully absorbed by tonight.

Milly’s blood was intoxicating—almost made her lose control.

But those scars… ruined the smoothness of her skin.

Tonight, she’d finally taste her properly.

Explore every trembling inch.

The thought made Stacy’s breath hitch.

She licked her lips—already hearing Milly’s broken moans in her mind.

Her eyes glazed over.

Her breathing grew ragged.

The setting sun painted her black hair crimson.

She clenched her thighs—the sharp bite of her stockings grounding her.

A soft laugh escaped her.

“What position should I use tonight?”

Her fingertip brushed crumbs from her skirt.

“First, unlock the collar… let her climb onto me willingly… then bind her ankles with vines…”

The rustling sycamore leaves only deepened her fantasy.

She saw Milly’s tear-streaked lashes.

Heard her bitten-off whimpers.

Felt her trembling body pressed close.

The imagery was too much.

Her cheeks flushed.

Heat pooled low in her belly.

“Not yet… not yet…”

She pressed a hand to her abdomen, then—

An idea.

Why not… add a little extra spice?

She raised a silence barrier.

Her breathing slowed—deepened.

Minutes passed.

When she smoothed her skirt, the梧桐 shadows perfectly hid the dark stain blooming between her thighs.

Carefully, she wrapped the softened bread and tucked it away.

Her tongue caught a stray hair at her lip.

Night had fallen.

“Time to go home.”

She couldn’t wait to see her dear little Milly.

Her steps quickened.

One hand rested on her still-warm abdomen.

The other—slowly—undid the top button of her maid dress.

Night wind slipped into the valley between her breasts.

It did nothing to cool the fire burning inside.

When she finally returned—reverted to her true form, to her beloved Milly—

Her pupils shook.

Inside the cage—

Milly lay on the carpet, face flushed, body twitching.

Soft, lewd moans escaped her lips.

And beneath her… a damp stain darkened the rug.

Oh?

So much had happened in her absence.

Stacy plucked the recording crystal from the corner.

Time to watch exactly how little Milly had played herself to ruin.