Saint Lady, Please Let Them Go

Chapter 7: Crying on One Side, Enduring Enjoyment on the Other

Tina’s first reaction was disbelief.

Though she hadn’t seen anyone, based on her understanding of Nifreya and the faint sense of another person’s presence she had just detected…

There was most likely someone under that blanket.

Even if Nifreya deliberately lifted her foot to prop up the blanket to hide someone’s traces, it couldn’t dispel her doubts.

But what Tina hadn’t anticipated was that her miss would rather defile herself than protect this thief?

She was the one being bullied, her purity compromised!

No matter how kind the miss was, she couldn’t joke with her own purity!

Tina was somewhat angry.

From childhood to adulthood, the two had rarely been apart.

It could be said they were closer than sisters.

Tina understood Nifreya’s character better than the head of the Noyce Family!

There was no way she could have a lover, let alone secretly entangle with someone behind Tina’s back.

The only explanation was that the person in the blanket had sneaked into the Flower Citadel tonight.

Even if the miss knew them, she couldn’t possibly be involved with them.

So Nifreya must have been coerced!

It had to be said, Tina’s guess was close to the mark.

Unfortunately, Nifreya’s attitude left her helpless, angry, and anxious.

Tina tried to calm herself, speaking to Nifreya as gently as possible: “Miss, don’t be afraid.”

“No matter what he said to you, what he did, as long as he dies tonight, no one will be able to threaten you again.”

As the second young lady of the Minglu Merchant Guild, even if Nifreya didn’t manage guild affairs, she wielded significant influence.

Killing someone and covering all traces was actually quite easy.

At least in Red Maple City, it was.

But doing so would make it hard to hide from the lord and lady.

Tina’s ideal scenario was to kill the intruder herself and completely conceal the matter.

That would be best for the miss and the family.

But Nifreya still shook her head: “No, Tina, you can’t just kill someone.”

“And, I… I said, there’s no one in the blanket… it’s just my hand.”

After saying this, to prove her words, Nifreya even stretched her hand into the blanket in front of Tina, making sounds with her mouth to match.

This scene not only startled Sophia, who was busy at work, but even Tina, who knew her well, widened her eyes.

Seeing her miss refuse to admit it, willing to defame herself to prove no one was there, with that lovely, beautiful face flushed with spring-like allure and a resolute determination to protect the other party, Tina unconsciously loosened her grip, earnestly pleading: “Miss, why are you shielding this bastard!? Who is he?”

“Don’t you trust me? I can definitely kill him before anyone else finds out, ensuring tonight’s events are like a dream that never happened.”

Nifreya was touched, but thinking of Sophia’s threats, with things having gone this far, she didn’t dare take the risk.

And Nifreya, who had never experienced such a thing, actually felt a faint thrill of excitement and rebellion…

So she cried and begged: “Tina, please, there… really, no one. Do you want me to lift the blanket and let you see my shameful state before you believe me?”

Hearing her miss say this, Tina felt somewhat disheartened

She didn’t know what to do or say to make the miss stop shielding the other party.

Could it be that the miss was being threatened with her life?

Was the person in the blanket holding a weapon to the miss’s vital points?

But Miss Nifreya wasn’t the type to be restrained by danger.

Judging by her appearance, she didn’t seem to be forced either.

Could it really be just the miss herself…

Thinking of the illustrated books she had confiscated earlier, Tina’s face flushed.

Nifreya quickly confirmed her words: “Tina, you… you saw those illustrated books earlier… I was actually just curious… wah—”

Just then, Sophia’s movements grew bolder, and Nifreya couldn’t help but cry out.

But to Tina, it looked like her miss, right in front of her, had made a bold move with the hand she’d stretched into the blanket…

Tina felt her and Nifreya’s world collapsing.

Was this still her ladylike, innocent second young lady?

“I, I understand.”

No longer having the courage to stay, especially after seeing Nifreya’s state, for some reason, countless wicked thoughts flooded her mind.

And the contents of those illustrated books…

Tina fled.

Like a whirlwind, she stumbled into her own room, collapsed onto her bed, covered her face, her mind filled with images of her miss just now…

Nifreya.

Second Young Lady.

When did you…How did you become like this??

Blushing, she glanced at the wall separating their rooms, trembling as she picked up the illustrated books she’d confiscated earlier.

Opening them…The girl, who had never experienced such things, was now trembling and flushed all over.

Was it because the miss had read such things that she…Became like that?

With curiosity and a sense of duty as a bodyguard, Tina, holding the noble ideal of [standing in the same world and starting line as the miss to protect her], slowly followed the contents of the illustrated books…

And stretched out her sinful hand.

In the other room, the troublesome person had finally left.

But it had to be said, the process was extremely thrilling and perilous.

A single misstep could have doomed both Nifreya and herself.

But this thrill of walking a tightrope, with the abyss looming below, made Sophia especially passionate.

And not just Sophia—Nifreya felt the same.

Even she hadn’t realized that the second young lady of the Minglu Merchant Guild, who always dressed herself as a lady, had a rebellious streak in her bones.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bought those illustrated books and novels, then gone to the Holy Light Church to confess, prompting Sophia to make her move.

Under the stimulation of Tina and the knights, Nifreya’s heart raced, her consciousness boiling as if cooked in magma.

Doing things in front of Tina and the knights that she would never dare to do or even think about on ordinary days.

That thrill and joy made Nifreya feel every cell in her body cheering and leaping.

She knew it was wrong, sinful.

But she couldn’t resist it.

“No, don’t do that again…”

Her mouth mumbling with the spring rain, Nifreya turned off the Magic Lamp, then lifted the blanket.

She looked at the girl with the Silver Mask, who was untying her nightgown, her eyes full of resistance, yet tinged with a trace of reluctance.

“You should leave quickly. If Tina changes her mind and comes back, you won’t be able to escape, and there are knights patrolling outside.”

Sophia, however, was unconcerned, continuing her actions.

Looking at the tender, delectable Nifreya, her cascading pink hair blooming like a flower.

Truly, more beautiful than flowers, outshining the sun and moon.

If she left now, Sophia would despise herself.

“When they were here earlier, I didn’t leave. Now that they’re gone, would I leave?”

Nifreya cried.

“You… sob, who are you… why are you doing this to me… sob.”

“Does it matter?” Sophia countered.

“You… you want me… sob… how can I face Tina after this… how can I face anyone?!”

The girl’s tearful complaints were the most poisonous drug in the world.

Making Sophia unable to stop.

Don’t be fooled by Nifreya pushing her, questioning her.

She wasn’t using any strength at all.

Completely in a state of half-resisting, half-welcoming.

As expected of a sheltered merchant’s daughter, utterly unable to resist the instincts of her heart and body.

She only cared about who Sophia was, how she’d face Tina tomorrow.

Yet she showed no resolve to push Sophia away or defend herself and judging from the earlier events and Nifreya’s reactions, Sophia also noticed her instinctive craving for excitement.

Even if Nifreya herself didn’t know.

Even if she knew and wouldn’t admit it.

It didn’t matter.

Sophia loved her crying while enduring enjoyment.

“Miss Nifreya, those things aren’t important, are they?”

“Are you really content with just looking at illustrated books and novels, not wanting to personally experience it with a beautiful, skilled girl on a night like this?”

“I promise, the pleasure will be ten times, a hundred times greater than what you saw in the illustrated books and novels.”

“You already experienced a tenth of it earlier, didn’t you?”

“Since the words have been spoken, why not indulge yourself for once?”

As the devil’s whispers fell, Nifreya’s resistance gradually crumbled.

In the fragrant, soft, warm room, only the two girls remained, exploring, studying, and practicing the contents of the illustrated books.

Truly, ten times, a hundred times the pleasure—Before fainting for the first time, that was the only thought left in Nifreya’s mind.