The Saintess With the Goddess's Wings 2
From above Lucrezia’s sword, Jae-hyung floated lightly in the air, standing before her. His gaze swept over the fallen companions—his wives and close allies—and he called out their names, worry plain in his voice.
“Rachel, Ruina, Silvia, Da-gyeom! Gabriel!”
He had attacked from above, but even after piercing through space itself, every strike had been blocked by her power. When her follow-up assault came, he had easily parried it. His own group, however, had not been so fortunate.
“You needn’t worry. None of the five I mentioned will die. After I finish you, Jae-hyun will promote all his mistresses to wives, and those five will become his as well. He wants to take you alive, so there will be no deaths.”
Lucrezia’s sword had been no ordinary blade; every white strike had dropped her people into unconsciousness. Even the four archangels lay still. It was clear how overwhelmingly powerful the power of the Goddess’s Wings must be when the Saintess herself wielded it.
“At this level, it surpasses even the Demon King Laylana. If Jae-hyun doesn’t have his Holy and Demonic Swords, he might not even dare claim victory against the Saintess before him.”
“How does someone gain power like this in just two weeks? Not ten years—barely fourteen days.”
Jae-hyung was genuinely curious about Lucrezia’s methods.
“I only used the power of hypnosis. None of them are dead. But if that’s all it is, even if Jae-hyun comes, he could kill you with a single finger. It’s cleaner to let them die here.”
Without attacking Jae-hyung directly, Lucrezia bound the bodies of the fallen Rachel, Ruina, Silvia, Kim Da-gyeom, and Gabriel.
Bright light ropes suddenly appeared, wrapping their forms completely. The unconscious women were now tightly bound.
“You bitch! No way!”
Jae-hyung realized exactly what Lucrezia was trying to do—send them to Jae-hyun right now.
Lucrezia smiled coldly at him.
“Jae-hyun has been waiting for you to bring your women into this world. You were greedy for Irene, and you wanted me too. Unfortunately, Jae-hyun cannot let go of Irene and me. Anyone who dares to claim what is his will end up giving up their own women instead.”
She wanted to send Jae-hyung’s wives and the archangel Gabriel to him immediately, but she couldn’t. Jae-hyung’s power was blocking the transfer.
“Lucrezia! You claim to be the Demon King’s, but do you really think he loves you? Look at yourself!”
Jae-hyung scanned her body from head to toe. A snow-white tank top and tight hot pants—sexily revealing, yet somehow perfectly suited to her.
The Saintess, meant for holy garments, wore clothing far too provocative. Yet on her it looked custom-made. The enormous, swelling breasts barely contained by the thin white fabric, the soft belly and navel, the slender white limbs, the perfectly rounded hips in the tight shorts, the long white thighs visible beneath the hem, and her face—second only to none in beauty on the entire continent. Her long silver hair reaching her waist, bright blue eyes, and those lips painted a soft pink that made one want to kiss them. Even without the tank top, her curves were impossible to ignore.
Yet the most striking detail was the liquid coating her exposed skin—clear, glistening, unmistakably her own honey. Every inch of her body shone under the Goddess’s Wings’ light, and the sweet, obscene scent drifting from her was thick enough to taste.
Seeing her in such a lewd state, Jae-hyung deliberately provoked her.
“You thought he would forgive you? It would take him a long time to let it go.”
“Then you’re still following him?”
She laughed softly. “See my appearance? My entire body is coated with the Saintess’s honey, and the lewd scent fills the air.”
As her words began, the unconscious members of Jae-hyung’s group gradually regained consciousness.
“W-what is this?”
“Ugh, I can’t move!”
Jae-hyung’s wives and Gabriel thrashed helplessly, trying to break free from the glowing bonds. No one could stop them from hearing.
Lucrezia declared loudly before everyone.
“Jae-hyun forced me to produce enormous amounts of honey. Filling a bathtub was painful enough, but then he poured me into the bath and left me there. I couldn’t breathe, and the fear of suffocating nearly killed me.”
What she said was true. She had been forced to generate a flood of honey, stripped naked, and submerged, struggling until she nearly drowned. Only when she was on the verge of death did Jae-hyun finally pull her out.
“And then he let monsters and demonic beasts rape me countless times—real men who took me in every hole. They tore into my flesh, ate me alive, cut off my buttocks and breasts, and the moment they were severed, they regrew. I was mutilated again and again. I even gave birth to several monster cubs.”
Her voice trembled with terror as she listed every horror she had endured.
“My god… after all that, you still serve the Demon King?”
Even Michael, Raphael, and Uriel—Jae-hyung’s archangel comrades—were stunned as they struggled to cut their own bindings. They stared at Lucrezia in disbelief. How could the Saintess, who could spread the Goddess’s Wings, still follow the Demon King after such torment?
Lucrezia wiped the fear from her face and smiled beautifully.
“And despite all that pain, I kept my faith in the Astraea Goddess. That is how I awakened.”
She revealed part of her secret of rapid growth. Even with awakening, that alone could not explain her overwhelming strength now.
“Jae-hyun helped me achieve this.”
“No matter how much more pain I endure, I will follow him. One day he will let me enjoy his body freely.”
At first she had resisted under torture for pride’s sake, but seeing Irene’s radiant happiness and her own tragic state, she deeply regretted betraying him. Now she possessed absolute submission.
She would never betray him again. No matter how long the thousand years of suffering, she would eventually be forgiven by him and become one of his women.
Her only remaining purpose in life, though she would live in agony for a thousand years, was to be accepted by the Demon King.
She was confident in her beauty, her body, and especially her holes. She had been fucked countless times by male monsters, humans, and beasts; she knew how desperately they craved her body again.
Having watched countless men lose their minds just from looking at her, she now understood how magnificent her body was.
Moreover, Jae-hyun himself loved her beauty. Once his revenge was satisfied, she was certain she would have a chance.
Yet the intense madness burning in her eyes showed she was far from sincere in her submission. True obedience was impossible without brainwashing.
She’s obsessed. That kind of thing—maybe it’s called yandere?
Jae-hyung thought this and watched his companions slowly regain consciousness. He was now certain of Lucrezia’s plan.
“As I thought.”
“What do you mean?”
Lucrezia, who had been standing so casually while Jae-hyung was right beside her, looked completely relaxed. Comparing her—unarmed and without her sword—to Jae-hyung holding an archangel’s blade, she appeared extremely dangerous. Yet she showed no sign of defeat.
“There’s more to it than that. You’ve been holding back from the start. You could have wounded them worse if you’d wanted, but you only knocked them out. You let them wake up, gave them time to recover, and explained your suffering just to stall. Why?”
“Oh my, you noticed.”
Lucrezia did not deny it.
“Jae-hyun is waiting for you to reach the Demon King’s Castle. But since you’re too weak, he’ll be disappointed. So I’m being gentle with you.”
Her words meant that even if he tried, it would be this bad. Everyone present—regardless of race—would be humiliated.
“…You never had any intention of winning.”
Jae-hyung could feel that Lucrezia had never planned to win at all, and his brows furrowed.
He had not been defeated by her, yet the archangels had collapsed helplessly before her power. Even with his Holy and Demonic Swords, her strength felt almost on par.
“You’ve underestimated me far too much.”
But Jae-hyung did not believe she was stronger than him. The Goddess’s Wings was indeed an astonishing power, a cheat that defied the laws of the world. However, its wielder was the Saintess herself.
She had not trained in martial arts or magic. She had only walked the path of holy power. The limits were clear.
“Then please do not disappoint Jae-hyun.”
As soon as Lucrezia finished speaking, Jae-hyung nodded.
“Fine. I won’t let you take my wives and Gabriel. Not a single one.”