The flickering flame shadows created a romantic ambiance.
On my retinas relying on the faint illumination of the lantern, a white naked body was reflected. Swoosh, as the towel covering the woman’s body fell away, my heart stopped for a moment.
It was the sight I had wanted to see so much.
The curve falling from the neck to the collarbone, from the chest to the buttocks, down to the thighs and toes was breathtakingly beautiful. It felt like even the expression ‘bewitching’ was insufficient.
Something like ‘criminal,’ or ‘violent.’
I had to rack my brain for more intense vocabulary. Especially when it came to the Saintess’s breasts that always drew my gaze, I had no choice but to be entranced.
Beautiful.
On the white canvas, pink tips were visible. Just from the appearance, it seemed like the elasticity and contrasting soft texture were conveyed.
Breasts that seemed…