Chapter 24: Shaking Wagon

"I will enter the church today. Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Genoa said this with a serious expression in front of the Paladins.

Thanks to her, the knights, who slept soundly last night, were in a good mood.

Even the Paladins, who would normally frown secretly at Genoa's words, reacted strongly to Genoa's words.

"Crazy, why are you casually supporting her weight?"

But the saint, knowing Genoa's actions the day before, did not look pretty.

It was extremely despicable that Genoa ignored the hero after doing something like a beast to him in the stable.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ahhh!"

Hearing the warrior's voice behind her, Marian screamed without thinking.

It was no wonder that the eyes of the people preparing to depart were drawn to her.

"What? Why are you looking at those people?"

"Is the beast, the young beast, speaking to me?!"

Despite the hero's question, the saint was confused in her head and could not give a correct answer.

In fact, Marianne was embarrassed to meet the protagonist's eyes.

When she looked at his face, it was because the wonderful sight she had seen last night was replaying over and over in her head.

"Oh, it's nothing."

The saint told the warrior and got into the carriage to escape.

Some Paladins were worried about the saint's unusual behavior, but the protagonist only smiled strangely at her.

**

"Huh, I'm going crazy."

Immediately after the car leaves,.

St. Marian frowned at the confused expression.

For some reason, the scene from last night cannot be erased from my memory.

Furthermore, Marianne was quite irritated by the strange shaking of the car.

Unlike the village of Karian, she arrived near the ecliptic, so the path was covered with stones of a certain size.

The tremors became louder as she drove on the dirt road, but the vibrations of the carriage shaking at regular intervals strangely stimulated the virgin's genitals.

"Huh..."

The saint felt the vibration of her butt slapping and involuntarily let out a strange groan.

At that time, she was surprised by the sound she made.

``Hmm, that's strange. What are you feeling now?''

Marian slapped her cheeks with her hands, her bright red face.

No matter how you look at it, it was clear that the witnesses at the scene yesterday had poisoned her.

But was it wrong for him to hit her?

Marian, of course, remembered the warrior's palm that had slapped Genoa's butt.

And every time he slaps her butt with his palm, Genoa's expression shows a perverted and happy smile.

twitch.

Marian felt her body react involuntarily.

Marian's vagina was soaking wet from the constant vibrations of the car.

"It's...I get it. It's the vibration of the car."

Marianne slowly reached for her car seat, trying to justify herself.

Then she started pressing her hips harder and harder against her car seat.

Rumpel, Rumpel.

Every time the carriage shook, the impact on Marianne's lower body made her realize once again that something was wrong.

"Huh...hahaha."

"Actually, it's just the vibrations of the carriage. It's different from masturbation."

Marianne presses her genitals against the seat of the carriage while making a grotesque sound. continued.

As Marianne felt their vibrations, the scene of Genoa groaning as he was stabbed by a warrior kept playing over and over again in her mind.

Marian tries to push her pussycat against the carriage chair, but the human body has its limits.

Marianne was so excited that her chair got wet, but she also felt a little disappointed.

Something stronger was needed.

"Ah, um, what should I do?"

Marianne looked around the carriage as he felt thirsty.

But she had nothing to quench her thirst in the saint's chariot since she was not in the brothel of Raksha Street.

Something caught Marianne's eye, as she was thirsty.

A plate with Guyanese religious symbols painted on a smooth white metal bar.

Though it was a testament to the saints, the law, which had no particular purpose, was ultimately useful.

His Marian, as if possessed, lifted his scepter and placed it vertically on the seat of his chariot.

However, because the carriage was not very wide, the judge could not lie straight on the chair but instead stood at a slight angle.

"Oh, it doesn't matter?"

It didn't turn out the way she expected, but Marianne thought it was better that way.

Marianne saw the courtier standing diagonally and carefully climbed on top of him.

If she had known about the Saints, she would have been afraid of the next Saints, but Marianne, who already felt her thirst for pleasure, did not hesitate.

Marian's figure, standing diagonally in a courtroom with fine chairs, resembled a witch who only appears in fairy tales, riding a broom.

``It's just because my back hurts.''

Marian pressed her pussycat against the smooth surface of the garden and excused herself from her boring thoughts.

Her pants were already wet with milk and began to press against the surface of the plate.

"Hahaha..."

Rumple, Rumple.

Of course, the car continued to shake, and the priest transmitted the vibrations to Marianne's vagina.

Her Marian began to woo her, slowly gaining weight on her own, her body twitching with the thrill of unexpected pleasure.

Her thick labia, which had been retracted as if to protect her from foreign enemies, opened, and the surface of her scepter touched Mary's inner flesh.

No, to be exact, there was still a thin cloth between them, but it didn't get in the way.

"Huh… I got it right.

Purr, purr.

Every time the car shook, intense stimulation of Marianne's clitoris surged inside her.

"Ah, I love you. What should we do?"

Marianne knew that her actions were extremely lewd and wrong for a saint, but she wanted to undo this situation. I couldn't.

Marian was aroused by pleasure, and as humans always are, her greed knew no bounds.

At that time, Marianne's hips, which were relying only on the vibrations of her body, began to move little by little.

Marian began to rock back and forth slightly, as if she were in her own garden.

When she moved her hips like this, she felt even more pleasure and stimulation.

"Eh!!"

Shushu――shushu――.

There was still quite a bit of time before the carriage reached the ecliptic.

Marianne's initial movements were quite awkward, but as time passed, her hips began to move rhythmically.

"Hah... hah!"

Marian forgot that she was screaming and concentrated on shaking her hips.

Fortunately, their tanks were well insulated, and the noise outside was as if they were moving.

Marianne's strange moans would not be heard unless someone walked near her carriage.

Marian rode her horse around the farm, remembering Champion's love affair with Genoa the night before.

Isn't she looking as happy as Genoa now?

Marian was very curious about her face, but right now she was just concentrating on her own pleasure.

**

"Was it too stimulating?"

I could tell because Marian was purposefully avoiding me.

Judging from Marianne's frightened reaction as she stares at me with her frightening eyes, it will take quite a while to corrupt her.

Marian was the saint of the Raksha brothel, so sexually, she was more conservative than most.

Aaron, who became her crown prince and her emperor, seduced her into accepting the Guyanese faith, but ultimately she was immune to her influence.

Of course, they later adopted Guyanism together for political reasons, but Marianne was never a slut, at least as far as I know.

"Still, her ass is cracking."

It was, of course, true that Marianne had spanked her on our first date.

But if I had tried to harm her at that moment, it was clear that Marianne, Dragon, and Nabal would have run away from her in her accident.

It was about her. It was about her. I'm pretty sure I've been with her for almost 10 years.

Unlike Genoa, who fell more easily than I expected, it may take a lot of effort to corrupt Marian.

But there were no problems.

As I said earlier, she will have to travel the continent with me for the next ten years.

"Of course, I'm not going to make it that long this time."

Anyway, I decided to attack her slowly, concentrating on getting to her and outdoing her.

That's because when they arrived at the ecliptic, there were so many people to meet—no, so many things.

At that time, Talion, a former Genoa horse, kept thinking about how he could take revenge on someone and started acting strangely.

"What? What's going on all of a sudden, you bastard?"

The man who had always been following my words approached the saint's carriage without permission.

I grabbed the horse's reins and tried to control it, but Talion...

As if he suddenly went crazy, he didn't listen to what he was saying.

Just as he was breathing out and trying to revive Talion, a strange noise came from inside the carriage. I heard it, and my ears rang.

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