"There are Imperial Tool users of the rebel army lurking in this city,
Among them is the Imperial Tool that can transform its appearance—Gaia Foundation,
You must be prepared to deal with it."
In the morning, Lin Feng started the war meeting in the room.
As he was talking, the stool under him suddenly wriggled. To be precise, it was Ling Lu who was acting as a stool suddenly wriggled.
The girl's uncomfortable feeling of swaying her waist made Lin Feng couldn't help but look down at Ling Lu.
I saw her face flushed, and her eyes were full of sensational expressions. Her mouth kept spitting out red hot air.
No, no matter how you look at it, the girl's xp is too strange, she even likes to take the initiative to be Lin Feng's stool.
A trace of resentment appeared in Sai Liu's eyes. She got up in the morning and saw Ling Lu, Biy, and Leone coming out of Lin Feng's room, how could she not understand what happened!
Secretly blaming herself for being too naive last night, she actually went back to sleep. At the same time, she complained that Lin Feng-sama was too unbridled...
This mission is for Rakshasa Four Demons to protect Berlick's safety, and Leone, Sai Liu, and Biy are responsible for clearing the rebel army in the church.
After assigning the task, Lin Feng wandered around the cathedral and saw a large number of refugees pouring in ahead.
Lin Feng followed up to take a look.
It turned out that in the center of the cathedral's magnificent hall, a very handsome man was holding a ceremony!
A cross-shaped mark adorned his forehead, his eyes were clear and serene, and the gentle smile on his lips made the believers below feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze!
He raised a finger and gently touched the face of a person suffering from leprosy. Then, a miraculous scene unfolded: his finger glowed with light, and the patient's festering face visibly healed at a speed discernible to the naked eye.
"Lord Cult Master… Lord Cult Master, Lord Cult Master."
Upon witnessing the miracle, the refugees below knelt on the ground, raising their hands above their heads, prostrating themselves as if facing a true deity.
The Cult Master on the stage not only displayed healing abilities but also performed the ability to communicate with the deceased and predict the future in front of everyone.
Finally, before these various miracles, all these refugees eagerly became followers of Aningdao.
The effeminate Cult Master absorbed tens of thousands of followers in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng gazed at the Aningdao Cult Master performing miracles in the distance, sensing a non-human aura from him, something neither fully human nor fully beast.
He had heard that many perverted nobles enjoyed mating with estrus dangerous species and women. Could this Cult Master actually be a cross-species hybrid?
As a True Ancestor, Lin Feng could perceive the bodily structure, heart rate, and blood flow of every individual within a hundred meters. Nothing was hidden from him.
Because of this, he noticed a few refugees in the crowd with unusually strong malevolent auras, likely indicating they had many lives on their hands.
In fact, the benevolent Cult Master, adhering to the principle of teaching without discrimination, even took in a scoundrel like Berlick, who was utterly depraved, and appointed him as Vice Bishop. Therefore, there were virtually no restrictions on joining Aningdao. It truly had a touch of the Buddha's 'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha' (drop the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot) meaning.
However, compared to the effeminate Cult Master, Lin Feng paid particular attention to another person: a male church member in a white Taoist robe with an ordinary appearance. He took advantage of the chaos to head towards the back hall of the church. Lin Feng silently followed him.
Soon, as this church member passed a pillar, he transformed into a nun with a veiled face and a black robe.
"Oh, so it's Chelsea."
Although her infiltration methods were superb, Lin Feng's eyes were very sharp. A wicked smile played on his lips as he quickly walked behind Chelsea and patted the girl's shoulder.
"Excuse me, how do I get to the confessional?"
Even though he knew who she was, Lin Feng deliberately wanted to tease her.
Chelsea's shoulders trembled slightly, and she turned her head. Upon seeing that it was Lin Feng, her calves trembled with fear.
Although the girl was a master assassin, she relied entirely on sneak attacks; in direct combat, she was only slightly stronger than an average person. Chelsea knew she couldn't possibly defeat the young man in front of her.
Moreover, she had received intelligence from the Imperial Capital that the Empire had sent a master to guard Berlick. Could it be him?
"Ah… ah, just go in that direction."
Chelsea feigned composure and randomly pointed Lin Feng in a direction.
"Is that so? I just arrived here and don't know my way around. Could you lead the way for me?"
Lin Feng showed a simple and honest smile.
"Alright, sir, please follow me."
Chelsea agreed, but her mouth twitched. Her female intuition told her she needed to shake off this man quickly.
And the confessional was not a good place!
Did you think the confessional was a small cubicle in the church with a curtain over the door and an opening in the wall, where the penitent would kneel and confess to the nun inside, only able to hear each other speak, not see each other?
In fact, the church's interior had been reformed by Berlick. Originally a place for confessing sins, it had been turned into a full-blown pleasure spot for penitents and nuns to connect, all for the sake of making money.
As she spoke, Chelsea turned left and right but couldn't shake off Lin Feng, eventually truly arriving at the confessional.
Gazing at the more than twenty tightly closed small wooden doors, one could tell how thriving the business was here. Listening closely, one could even hear men's panting and women's moans from inside.
Some wooden doors even emitted the tender moans of young boys and men's breathing.
"It seems they're all full."
Chelsea pushed the locked wooden door, shrugging helplessly.
"I heard someone say there's another confessional a little further away. Please take me there."
Lin Feng took Chelsea's soft small hand and, ignoring her reaction, walked towards the back of the church.
After several twists and turns, the two surprisingly arrived in Lin Feng's bedroom.
"Hmm, the environment here is nice, Sister. Please accept my confession," Lin Feng suddenly put his arm around Chelsea's shoulder.
"Ah, what are you saying…"
Chelsea shivered with fright; she hadn't expected things to suddenly develop this way!
"Of course… it's to purify the evil in me with your holy water. As a nun, don't you know about such things?"
Lin Feng scrutinized the fake nun before him from head to toe with sharp eyes.
"Si… sir… I'm just an ordinary nun…
I'm not responsible for confessions…"
Chelsea's voice was trembling. If her abnormal identity were discovered here, she would surely suffer myriad humiliations from the Empire's interrogation department. At that point, being dismembered and turned into a human stick would be the most unacceptable outcome for Chelsea, who valued her beauty.
"It's fine, I'm very familiar with your Vice Bishop. He'll definitely make you help me with my confession."
Lin Feng said with a cold smile, clearly looking determined.
"Tell me, do you prefer me gentle, or wild?"
Lin Feng asked with a wicked grin.
"Sir… no… I can't…"
Chelsea reached out to push against his chest, but it was completely ineffective against Lin Feng's True Ancestor power.
Chelsea also didn't dare to directly transform into a bird and fly away. After all, the man in front of her was too strange; in the last battle with the instructor, he merely waved his hand, and the instructor shattered into countless pieces. Someone so powerful must be an Imperial Arms user.
However… in all the information she knew, there was no intelligence about such an Imperial Arm.
Lin Feng looked Chelsea up and down, and the more he looked, the more he liked the smooth calves revealed beneath her nun's robe.
In Highschool of the Dead, Lin Feng had already crumpled his integrity and thrown it into the trash. So no morals could stop him from pursuing girls.
Thinking this, a large hand reached into her nun's habit and stroked the girl's slippery thigh.
Chelsea's inner thigh suddenly spasmed and trembled, she seemed very sensitive.
"Let go of me…"
Because she was pressed into the corner, the girl could barely move.
And at this moment, the large hand inside her skirt had reached her smooth, fleshy buttocks.
"Hehe~ What a lewd nun! To actually be wearing black studded pants~"
Lin Feng's low voice rang in Chelsea's ears.
"Ah, no... that's not it..."
Although she tried her best to deny it, she ultimately couldn't explain that it was an outer garment transformed by an Imperial Arm.
"Ah... ah... please let me go."
As Chelsea struggled, she clearly felt that hot, large hand wantonly kneading her buttocks.
His powerful five fingers had completely sunk into her tender flesh, kneading skillfully.
That feeling was as if she herself was enjoying a unique massage.
At this moment, she was both angry and ashamed. You damned bastard! Imperial lackey! She had never been in love.
Yet at this moment, Lin Feng's large hand had touched the forbidden zone inside her skirt, which made Chelsea's fair, tender face turn crimson with anger.
"Mmm, mmm~ Wait a minute..."
Beneath the long black robe, her full, snow-white thighs and fair, smooth buttocks were being wantonly defiled by the Imperial lackey.
Not only that, her round, smooth butt cheeks were constantly being lightly stroked, gently rubbed, forcefully squeezed, and even forcefully pulled apart.
The action of suddenly squeezing inward, then desperately rubbing back and forth, caused Chelsea's spine to produce an extremely disgusted feeling.
"Ah, no..."
Chelsea was incomparably ashamed and indignant, but her body, tightly suppressed by Lin Feng, was helpless for a moment.
What was even more outrageous was that the scorching five fingers occupying her perky buttocks greedily burrowed into her underwear, sliding to the crevice of her garden.
"En... enough... stop it..."
Chelsea's whole body stiffened, and she clamped her long legs together tightly.
And at this moment, Lin Feng slightly moved away from Chelsea's body.
At the same time, his left hand, which had been inside her underwear, quietly released.
Ignoring many things, Chelsea breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But just as she thought there would be a turning point, Lin Feng suddenly launched an invasion again.
"Ah..."
Lin Feng suddenly approached Chelsea's pretty face and kissed her.
Chelsea wanted to cry but had no tears. Her first kiss was lost, and at this point, regret was useless. The most crucial thing now was to escape from this person's hands as quickly as possible!
"Aw-woo~ Mmm~"
Lin Feng pried open Chelsea's teeth, fiercely sucked her fragrant tongue, tightly entangled with it, and poured mildly aphrodisiac saliva into her mouth. His hands, moreover, were caressing her inside her pants.
Chelsea hummed indistinctly, her consciousness blurring from Lin Feng's passionate kiss... And her thigh roots also trembled, an unspeakable oppressive instinct rising within her.
She had never experienced such a comfortable feeling since birth.
Three minutes later, Lin Feng's tongue finally left Chelsea's small mouth, a silver thread connecting their lips, looking very suggestive.
"Ah ha... ah ha... I'm almost suffocating..."
Chelsea panted heavily, her lower abdomen constantly contracting, and her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing. A flush appeared on her fair, tender face; she was clearly aroused by Lin Feng's teasing.
And as she gradually entered the state, she was actually very infatuated with the feeling of being held and passionately kissed by Lin Feng.
After all, Lin Feng originally had a good appearance. After becoming a True Ancestor, his aura and his saliva would secrete substances that would intoxicate girls, and coupled with his handsome appearance, there was no doubt that even little lolis from kindergarten would be captivated by him.
"Sizla!"
He forcefully tore open Chelsea's black nun's habit with both hands. Although it wasn't Chelsea's original appearance, this body was still very beautiful.
Her fair, tender D-cup breasts, long, smooth legs, all deeply attracted Lin Feng. Below, it was also sparsely vegetated and tenderly alluring.
Chelsea only felt a chill over her body, and when she reacted, her underwear below had already been torn open.
"?"
Chelsea, who suddenly regained her sanity, pushed Lin Feng forcefully with both hands, but it was still useless.
"Mine is big, bear with it, it'll be fine in a few seconds!"
He tightly embraced Chelsea's soft waist with one hand, and his two legs pushed open the girl's thighs. He pulled out the thing that was about to burst through his pants and powerfully thrust it in.
"It hurts so much!"
The giant object, like a baby's forearm, instantly penetrated Chelsea's lower body, causing her to cry out in pain. Her tender little hands involuntarily gripped Lin Feng's back.
So tight, so hot! As expected of a virgin's cave, that tight garden was almost going to crush little Lin Feng.
"So, Sister Nun, please receive my confession properly!"
Lin Feng smirked, and his waist thrust forward violently, instantly reaching the deepest part, hitting the girl's Zi Palace.
"Ah ah..."
With this, the girl was shaken like a swaying branch, her small mouth wide open, her abdomen contracting, and hot water gushing out from her lower abdomen. Clearly, Chelsea had reached climax during the very first thrust.
"Hmph, what a lewd nun."
Lin Feng hugged Chelsea's waist tightly and quickly began to thrust.
...
Two hours later, the versatile Lin Feng had Chelsea rolling her eyes before he slowly withdrew little Lin Feng.
Chelsea, lying on the bed, had a belly swollen like a five-month pregnant woman, and thick milk immediately sprayed out from her garden, which was no longer blocked by little Lin Feng, flowing down her thighs...