The Wedding of the Saint Lucrezia and the Flash Magic Swordswoman Irene
The morning of the fifth day since Kim Jae-hyun had descended into this world.
Lucretia sat quietly on a chair, her hips resting on it with perfect docility. She was not bound to a cross, but dressed in a wedding gown.
Dressed in a dazzling, snow-white wedding dress and seated with utmost composure, the sight of Lucretia was breathtakingly beautiful. Her holy radiance felt truly saintly, and the long silver hair cascading freely to her waist—left loose rather than tied—created a perfect harmony with the pristine white gown, enhancing that sacred aura even further.
With her head slightly bowed and sitting demurely, Lucretia looked every inch the saint. Yet several details prevented her from appearing truly holy. First, the wedding dress itself was outrageously lewd. Instead of a simple gown, it incorporated various accessories, including elegant white wedding gloves and a matching white wedding garter belt. Its skirt was a scandalously short miniskirt, leaving her flawless white thighs fully exposed.
The garter belt beneath her belly was invisible, but the white stockings—connected to it—clung tightly to her slender legs without slipping, accentuating her most intimate areas. Furthermore, the bodice of her wedding dress featured a deep V-neck that left her shoulders bare, exposing her long, graceful white neck and delicately sculpted shoulders. Her abundant breasts strained against the fabric, creating the illusion that the dress was barely containing her.
Another factor that defiled her saintly appearance was her belly. It had swelled noticeably, making her pregnancy impossible to hide.
“......”
Lucretia remained silent.
Her sapphire eyes still held their jewel-like beauty, yet they appeared hollow and empty.
“Why are you so gloomy? It’s a wedding day. You should be smiling.”
Approaching the hollow-eyed Lucretia was someone whose beauty surpassed even hers—the continent’s greatest beauty, Irene.
Irene possessed golden hair of radiant splendor and a voluptuous figure that could rival a goddess. Having transformed into a Great Archdemon and restored her virgin body, she had regained ten lost years and now appeared as an eighteen-year-old girl.
Like Lucretia, Irene wore a wedding dress. Its white miniskirt bodice revealed her sculpted shoulders in the same style, paired with identical white wedding gloves, garter belt, stockings, veil, and headpiece. Her white thighs were exposed exactly as Lucretia’s, and the intimate areas were equally emphasized.
Unlike Lucretia, however, her belly remained flat. Most importantly, her face was filled with happiness.
“......”
Even after Irene’s words, Lucretia sat in a daze without answering. Irene let out a soft laugh, lifted the hem of Lucretia’s miniskirt with her hand, and revealed the beautiful silver pubic hair and the delicate pink folds beneath.
Despite Irene lifting her own skirt, Lucretia remained utterly still, unmoving.
“How pretty and delicious you always are.”
Irene licked her lips, genuinely sighing in admiration. As a demon, the saint Lucretia was irresistibly tempting no matter how one looked at her.
Truly, among the continent’s top beauties, her looks and body were unparalleled. No one else could compare.
Yet Lucretia answered weakly, still with those hollow eyes.
“...It’s all for nothing. I’m just a loser.”
When Irene praised her, Lucretia replied that she was indeed a loser. Through the torture and humiliation by Jae-hyun and Irene over the past ten years, she had repeatedly regretted her betrayal from that time.
If only she had exposed Ferdinand’s plan to Jae-hyun back then, everything might have been different.
She would not have lost her virginity to the demon’s tentacles or become pregnant with his child, nor would she have endured this humiliation. As Jae-hyun’s second wife, she would have lived happily and loved.
She would have also given birth to many children with him, and now she could watch them grow up.
*If only I had been given one more chance...*
Lucretia thought that if she had been granted even one more opportunity, she would never again make such foolishly jealous choices.
But it was already too late.
Today, the Flash Magic Swordswoman Irene would hold a grand public wedding with the Demon King Kim Jae-hyun, while the saint Lucretia would marry her pet monster Tarzan.
“Don’t be so gloomy. After all, you’re a lewd body that loves having sex with monsters, aren’t you? Soon you’ll be dying of pleasure from mating with monsters. There are plenty of monsters eager to impregnate you, so you won’t be lonely at all.”
Lucretia trembled with shame and fear at Irene’s words.
Irene bent down, letting her own wedding veil sway dramatically, until they were eye to eye. The veils they wore draped only to the sides and back, leaving their faces unobstructed.
Gently caressing Lucretia’s cheek, Irene slowly pressed her beautiful lips to Lucretia’s. The lips of the continent’s number-one beauty and those of the number-two met.
Chururp!
The kiss that followed was fierce and hot, impossible to declare a winner. Irene and Lucretia madly explored each other’s mouths, sliding their tongues inside and licking and biting their insides in turn.
When the kiss ended, Irene pulled away from Lucretia’s lips and smiled at her.
“I feel a little sad. If you hadn’t betrayed Jae-hyun, you and I would both be his wives. We probably would have become even closer physically—not just sleeping with him together, but actually touching and kissing while naked in bed, sucking on each other’s breasts and asses. What do you think?”
“...Maybe so.”
Lucretia did not deny it. The two of them were alone now, sharing a private conversation. Irene, who once looked at Lucretia like a beloved older sister, was tormented by betrayal. Now, as a Great Archdemon, she remembered that pain and hatred with deep intensity.
Yet she still envied Lucretia’s perfect beauty and body.
“I’ll torment you endlessly from now on. Cry as much as you want. Your suffering is so beautiful and lovable. Jae-hyun thinks the same. Your expression like this is adorable to him.”
Lucretia shuddered at the memory of the torture she had endured.
Irene smiled as she watched Lucretia tremble in fear, then raised her upper body to match her eye level and swept her golden hair back.
Lucretia’s silver hair blended beautifully with her white wedding dress, just as Irene’s golden hair did.
The difference was that Lucretia’s silver hair carried a subtle elegance, while Irene’s golden hair radiated dazzling, radiant splendor.
The two women facing each other now were like opposites, a perfect contrast.
The fate of Irene, who never betrayed Jae-hyun until the end, and Lucretia, who had betrayed him, had diverged exactly as it was written.
* * *
“Walk faster.”
“Quickly, you two.”
Pooook!
“Hah!”
Lucretia let out a moan. She was being dragged by two male demons. A collar around her neck, connected by a chain, forced her to walk. Behind her, the demons stared lewdly at her back and poked her ass with their fingers.
“Hehe! Because she’s pregnant, it’s hard to push from the front, so the rear gets it better? What a tight squeeze. Just like a true saint. Even the Astraea Goddess would be happy to see her saint so lewd.”
Lucretia ground her lips at the demon’s mocking words. As a saint, it was hard to forgive the way he insulted even the goddess, but she did not protest.
She also did not protest when the demon’s fingers remained buried inside her ass.
“Uwoo~ I wonder if I can have sex with a woman like this. The Demon King truly is magnificent.”
“That’s for sure.”
The male demons were clearly dying to have sex with Lucretia. The sight of the saint in her wedding dress and collar, being dragged like a pet, aroused them to the brink. Yet as the Demon King’s command, they could not mount her and simply carried her obediently.
They were low-ranking demons themselves. Their official job was cleaning the Demon King’s castle.
Even now, they harassed her, the lowest rank in the castle. But having already been impregnated by a monster’s seed, Lucretia no longer felt shame in the face of such humiliation.
Thud, thud.
“Huek! Hwooo!”
While walking, Lucretia could not stop moaning. Her pussy leaked juices that ran down her thighs and soaked her white stockings. She could not help it; every step caused the demon behind her to move his hand under her skirt and poke her ass repeatedly.
“We’re here.”
The demons finally reached the entrance of the wedding hall. The doors opened, revealing the grand hall that had once been the Grand Temple of the Holy Astraea Kingdom but was now the Demon King’s castle. The largest hall hosted a magnificent wedding.
“Long live the Demon King and the Demon Queen!”
Countless demons cheered from the raised platform at the center of the hall. Irene, standing beside Jae-hyun in her wedding dress, smiled with a happiness that seemed to possess the entire world. Her joyful expression, even happier than ever before, surpassed any memory Lucretia had of her.
*Compared to her...*
Unlike Irene, who looked so happy, Lucretia had to look up at her from the bottom, watching her celebrate a happy wedding with Jae-hyun.
And she herself would be next to marry her monster husband Tarzan, while being harassed by monsters of even lower rank than the janitors.
Srrrrk—
Hot tears of regret streamed down Lucretia’s eyes.