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I must save the world, but I can't kill anyone.

As one of the angels tasked with saving the countless worlds, Savine took her job very seriously. She was diligent and thorough, and made sure to make herself the perfect example to strive for. But as time passed and as she witnessed the horrors humanity was capable of, her thoughts changed. 'Humans don't deserve the grace of us angels. As long as they're pious and peaceful in the end, the means don't matter.' Thus, whenever she went to a new world, she chose to save it in the quickest manner possible. She killed all the heretics and brainwashed the remaining people to always be faithful to God and to never act destructively towards themselves and the planet they stayed on. However, when she was about to go to another world to save it, God's Oracle enforced a few conditions on her. "No killing, no violence, no threats. Save the world the right way." Savine was then abruptly sent to the new world with all these conditions attached to her, but not only that, she found herself in the body of a 12-year-old girl from the lower cities. It was a far cry from the bodies of High-emperors, multitrillionaires, and the Supreme Magi that she normally took over. With the game stacked against her, what will Savine do? *** Arworks Illustrator: LAM Twitter: https://twitter.com/ramdayo1122?s=09 Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/17429 Website: https://lam-illust.com/

POW · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
268 Chs

An unexpected union

"Mmph!"

Victarine tried to moan out but Savine roughly shoved her head into the pillows.

"The maids will hear. Didn't you say you wanted to keep things a secret?" she shushed and propped Victarine's ass up. 

She moved once again and the sense of the toy around her waist sliding in and out of her resumed. Victarine shuddered in pleasure each time the thing filling up her insides hit a certain spot. 

"Mm! Mmph! Nngh!" 

Moans escaped her mouth without her control and the pounding quickened. 

"If you want to moan, moan then!" Savine said and quickened her movements. 

Victarine knew she was being too loud. There were maids outside her room, probably listening to everything. But the thrill of doing something so wrong and yet so pleasurable with Savine excited her too much for her to care about her image now.