In the Name of Empress

Chapter 748 413: A Woman's Vengeance (Part 3)

He thoughtfully arranged the bedding so that Christine could lie comfortably.

How does this angle harm the statue?

Should he mimic the Brussels boy and urinate fiercely on it?

Although it seemed absurd, as long as it could make Christine happy, he was willing to do anything.

Christine pressed her hand against the soft bedding, her head always lowered, afraid that even a slight raise would reveal her flushed face.

"Is this okay here?"

"Okay for what?" Roland was a bit surprised.

"For doing what lovers love to do most." Christine's voice was gentle yet filled with lethal intent.

Roland: "..."

He still underestimated a woman's vengeful heart, and even more so, how deeply Christine had been hurt.

He had to admit, Christine's revenge was far more ruthless than any methods he had imagined.

The once Saintess, the purest believer, becoming one with the enemy of Light atop the Goddess statue.

Blood, sweat, and tears mingled, dripping onto the head of the Goddess statue.

This scene, even just imagining it, made Roland hard.

This was the ultimate humiliation.

A fitting accolade for you, Christine.

Roland kissed her without any hesitation.

This night belonged to Christine, to him, but definitely not to Tiya.

Christine closed her eyes and casually unbuttoned her blouse.

Roland's gaze fell upon her chest.

A bare expanse, much like the Rodinia Plain, wide open, with nothing.

Actually, Christine used to be scant, but at least she had something, a little squeeze and there would be some curves.

Unfortunately, her already modest pride was flattened by Sofia's sword, turning her into a true plain, which was why she was forever stuck at the doorstep of the top three in the charm rankings, unable to break into the top two.

Roland's fingertips caressed her smooth and tender skin, a tear fell into the lake of her heart.

Christine had suffered too many wounds, yet she always deftly wrapped herself up, not letting Roland discover them.

Enough, this stops now.

No one can hurt Christine, not even the Goddess.

Furthermore, if Christine wanted to hurt someone, he would support her wholeheartedly, even if it were the Goddess.

His fingertips didn't linger, he knew clearly that even a moment's hesitation now would hurt Christine's already fragile and sensitive heart.

He rather roughly tore off all of Christine's clothes.

The not perfect work of art lay before him in a uniquely ravaged and alluring state.

She had at least four fatal wounds on her body, all scars from battles fought for Roland.

Roland tenderly breached Christine's defenses, adding another scar to her body.

This scar was named the true woman.

Blood slowly trickled down, precisely dripping onto the Goddess statue's forehead, sliding down the cheeks, landing on the lips, gradually drying.

Christine let out a soft gasp, tears forming at the corners of her eyes from the pain.

Why did other women like this painful sensation?

She had lost her power, now just an ordinary girl, yet she had to bear Roland's overwhelming force, which was indeed a bit strenuous.

She seemed like a small boat in a storm, desperately clutching Roland's shoulders, letting out muffled whimpers.

Just as she was about to scream from the pain, she saw out of the corner of her eye the Goddess statue opening its eyes.

This was her first time seeing Tiya's statue so angry and lost in composure.

Christine's soul was trembling.

Suddenly, she no longer felt pain, replaced by a pleasure that went deep into her bones.

Is this the joy those women loved the most?

Really, so very joyful indeed.