Hopeless Resistance: Part Two

This castle, nestled deep in the Black Forest, was a dilapidated place that had been abandoned for many years. Even though Angela and Nia had spent a considerable amount of time there, it wasn't intended to be a permanent residence; it was merely a stage. Therefore, Li Lin's requirements weren't very high. Just like a stage, as long as the surface was glamorous, that was enough. After all, neither the Demon King nor the Hero would care what was going on backstage.

This time, however, Angela was clearly very serious.

"It's a truly luxurious room."

Looking at the decorated room before him, Li Lin was genuinely puzzled.

The newly decorated pink-toned room, with soft sofas and beds placed in the corners, along with luxurious tableware and a fireplace burning gently to dispel the chill of the forest, made it look like a high-class bedroom. A faint fragrance permeated the air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

"I think this should be the training room."

Somewhat puzzled, Li Lin turned to ask Nia, who gave him an affirmative answer.

"This is Miss Angela's decision. According to Angela, it doesn't matter if the torture chamber is unbearable, but this is a room for training, and it can't instill instinctive resistance in the person being trained. A comfortable and gentle environment is the most suitable place. The so-called training itself is about making the other person fall into their instinctive desires and become unable to extricate themselves, and even the most determined person will not refuse an environment that makes their body feel comfortable and relaxed. If it is a harsh environment, it will not only be of no benefit to the training itself, but will also arouse the other person's resistance."

"Furthermore, a comfortable environment can increase the body's sensitivity, which is something that cannot be controlled by willpower."

A voice, as sweet as candy encased in ice, came from the doorway, followed by Angela appearing in person.

"Beings like that saintly lady are masters of idealism. Even without being told, I know very well that religious people always put a lot of effort into their spiritual cultivation... But I want them to know that idealism alone is useless. No matter how much they resist in their minds, their bodies will still show their honest reactions."

While explaining to Li Lin with a smile, Angela casually tightened the black whip in her hand, making a crisp "snap" sound.

"Although I knew you liked this before, but..."

Li Lin frowned slightly as he watched Angela walk in.

"You seem particularly eager to cause trouble this time?"

The Angela of today is no longer the little girl she usually is. Instead, she has reverted to the teenage girl form she had only appeared in once before. Angela has abandoned her previous glamorous attire, and now her slender, beautiful, and tall body is encased in a tight-fitting black leather outfit. The snow-white skin revealed through the gaps in the outfit is even more captivating against the black leather. If Angela in her teenage form exudes a forbidden allure, then she is now a deadly viper. Even knowing she is dangerous, one would willingly pounce on her and let her control them.

Even though it wasn't the first time Li Lin had seen Angela like this, he was still slightly stunned before he came to his senses. After all, it was a rare sight to see the little one so blatantly displaying her charm. Even Nia, who was standing next to him, was taken aback.

Of course, maintaining such beauty comes at a price; just look at the two pitiful, nearly exhausted figures behind Angela to know the truth.

"Of course, Master, this is a rare treasure."

In response to Li Lin's question, Angela flashed a radiant smile, as bright as the sun.

"As you said, those outwardly strong but inwardly weak humans may be used for temporary amusement, but they are not worthy of being a main course. Those who are strong and unyielding, who can carry out their ideals to the end, are the targets I most desire to conquer. That kind of life force that still shines even in the face of despair is the most beautiful thing that makes one want to destroy it. This Holy Maiden seems to be a very suitable experimental subject; I can't wait to enjoy her screams."

As she spoke, Angela chuckled softly, pointing to the sofa beside her.

"Well then, please, Master and Sister Nia, sit here and enjoy the show... By the way, to make things more interesting, could you two please conceal yourselves? That would make it even more fun."

"I've already given everything to you, so naturally I'll listen to you."

Faced with Angela's instructions, Li Lin shrugged with a wry smile. After casting Greater Invisibility on himself and Nia, he sat on the sofa, waiting to enjoy the show Angela had prepared.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Angela glanced around with satisfaction and gave a pleased smile. Then she turned to the two sisters behind her and nodded to them.

"Then, please invite our saintess here... and of course, don't forget to change her clothes, okay?"

At this moment, in the cold prison cell, Catherine was sitting in a corner, resting with her eyes closed.

Li Lin's previous actions had brutally damaged her body, so even after a night of meditation, she hadn't been able to recover enough divine power. Let alone escape from here; even setting aside whether her current strength was enough to evade that powerful evil mage, a place like this would certainly have many guards. Although she hadn't seen many, she couldn't assume they weren't there. After all, this was the evil mage's lair. Given the Temple's suppression of mages, it was impossible for him not to have guards outside.

We need to be patient a little longer...

Catherine told herself this, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. Today, she would face something else, though Catherine didn't know what it was. But her female instincts made her feel extremely dangerous. How would they treat her...?

Your Highness.

Just then, the priestess who had appeared before him yesterday returned to the prison. Just like yesterday, she opened the cell door and then gestured for him to enter.

It's finally here.

Catherine composed herself, stood up, and although she didn't know what she was about to face, she was determined not to give up.

This time, Catherine wasn't taken to the previous hall, nor to some cold dungeon as she had expected. Instead, she was led into a spacious, cold little room, where another woman dressed similarly was quietly waiting for her arrival. Upon seeing Catherine enter the room, she went to the saint and handed over the clothes she was holding.

Please take a bath and change your clothes.

"Bathe and change clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine was taken aback. She had expected some kind of treatment, but now... why was she being asked to change clothes? Thinking this, she subconsciously glanced at her own robe. After so much time, the robe was tattered, dirty, and reeked of a foul stench. The clothes the woman offered, however, were made of luxurious, high-quality fabric. Although she didn't know the style, it was still... much better than her tattered robe.

After a moment of silence, Catherine finally took off her clothes and washed herself in the fountain inside the house. Although the water was icy cold, making it almost unbearable for Catherine, she gritted her teeth and suppressed her trembling when she felt the gazes of the two women. This level of cold water bath was nothing to her. She had previously immersed herself in icy water while praying; this level of pain was a test for her. Moreover, she absolutely could not let these people see her weakness.

With this in mind, Catherine calmly washed her body. Although the chill in the castle made her very uncomfortable, she didn't utter a single groan. Soon, after experiencing that nightmarish bath, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and then reached for the new clothes offered by the priest beside her.

"What, what kind of clothes are these?!"

After she finished dressing, Catherine looked at the clothes she was wearing and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

The luxurious fabric, exquisitely tailored, at first glance appears to be a very noble garment. However, once worn, it becomes clear that it fails to fulfill its purpose as clothing. The most important area, the chest, has been deliberately cut with two circular openings, exposing the fullness that should be concealed within the fabric to the cold air, feeling the chill of the castle. Even the skirt is merely decorative, completely split at the thigh, not only thoroughly exposing the wearer's beautiful, long legs but also making movement feel impossible.

"This is so vulgar...!"

Although Catherine held onto the hem of her dress, she couldn't cover much. The initial opening in the front was already quite revealing, Catherine had no doubt that if she moved even slightly, she would be completely exposed. This was far too stimulating for a girl who had always worn the extremely conservative clothing of the Temple since childhood.

"Give me back my robe!"

Right now, in Catherine's eyes, even that dirty robe was much better than the clothes she was wearing.

"I'm sorry, that's impossible."

With these words, the robe that the priest had been holding in his hands was suddenly enveloped in purple magical flames, and then turned to ashes within minutes.

"Miss Angela has instructed that Your Highness, you must wear this dress... Of course, we will prepare other clothes for you to change into after you leave. However, you can only wear this dress there."

"..."

Clearly, saying anything now would be futile. So Catherine gritted her teeth and let the priest lead her out of the small room and into the darkness. Finally, led by the priest, she entered the room that Angela had "carefully arranged."

Like Li Lin, Catherine was also somewhat dazed upon entering the room. She had expected to be taken to some bloodstained, dark, and terrifying cell, where she would be subjected to all sorts of inhumane trials and treatments. However, she never imagined that she would be standing in such a beautiful and luxurious room. It was nothing like what she had imagined. Even the flames in the fireplace brought a rare warmth to Catherine's skin, which had been suffering from the cold.

This isn't a room for self-examination, is it?

Filled with doubt, Catherine cautiously surveyed the room, her gaze finally settling on the bed beside her. It was a very luxurious and extremely comfortable large bed, but to Catherine now, it seemed to carry a different meaning. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and tightly closed her legs. Was she about to be...?

Catherine wasn't an idiot; she was well aware of her beauty and how many men had designs on her. However, as a saint of the Temple, she had long since learned to ignore those men's lust. After all, everyone has desires, and it wasn't illegal for them to think about them. Therefore, taking it too seriously would be foolish.

However, the current situation made Catherine think more deeply.

However, as if to mock her, Angela's voice came over at that moment.

"Don't be so nervous, you are not yet qualified to serve your master."

When Catherine turned her head warily to look at the source of the voice, Angela, who had been hiding in the darkness, also stepped out with a light laugh.

In terms of both rank and status, Angela far surpasses Catherine by several levels, and her current appearance even makes Catherine, who is also a woman, feel a flutter in her heart.

"What do you mean by that?!"

When Catherine came to her senses and noticed Angela's mocking gaze, she immediately realized her lapse in composure. Although it was only for a moment, she had actually been...

"I never expected you would be interested in me."

Completely ignoring Catherine's question, Angela simply stated the facts.

"What, is the Holy Maiden of the Temple interested in women? Or only in women? If that's the case, then I should be worried about my own safety."

"Nonsense!"

Catherine couldn't help but shout out in anger, half of it was rage, and the other half was... something she herself didn't even know.

"How could I possibly have such lewd thoughts!"

"Who knows..."

Angela narrowed her long, ruby-like eyes, scrutinizing Catherine closely, lingering particularly on her chest and between her legs for a moment before turning her gaze away with a grin.

"... What exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing that the other person had no intention of continuing the previous topic, Catherine had to speak up herself to avoid a repeat of the previous situation.

Angela raised an eyebrow at Catherine's question.

"Just as I said, you are not yet worthy of the master's favor... Moreover, the master has no interest in you as you are now."

Legend has it that the best way to infuriate a normal man is to say that he can't arouse a woman's interest. It seems the reverse is also true.

Angela's words made Catherine reflexively want to object, but she stopped herself in time, thus avoiding falling into Angela's verbal trap again.

"Therefore, my current responsibility is to make you a woman worthy of my master's favor..."

As she spoke, Angela tightened the leather whip in her hand, and a loud crack rang out once again.

"Under my tutelage, you will serve your master with utmost devotion. Every hair on your head, every inch of your skin, belongs to your master. I promise to train you into a well-trained... well, you'll see then."

Angela didn't finish her sentence, but Catherine already understood completely.

"I will never yield, you demon!"

"That's not up to you, kid."

Faced with Catherine's anger, Angela looked at the woman before her with haughty disdain, a greedy smile playing on her lips. However, spending time arguing was not something she wanted.

Let's use the facts to prove who's right.

As she spoke, Angela took a step back.

Suddenly, several ropes appeared and bound Catherine's hands and feet. With a sharp pull, Catherine was quickly hoisted into the air. Her hands were tightly bound and raised high. Her right leg was completely spread apart, leaving only her left leg hanging down. Catherine was terrified by this sudden attack. She tried desperately to break free, but she was completely powerless. Angela's manipulation of the ropes skillfully restrained Catherine's movements; she could never break free by force, otherwise, she would only injure herself.

"What... what exactly do you want to do?!"

She had never done such a shameful and vulgar act as spreading her legs in front of someone before, not even in her memory. And now, she was being forced to do so in front of a girl even more beautiful than herself. This caused Catherine 'Catherine initially firm tone to soften slightly, though it was like a drop of water on a thousand-year-old iceberg, having no real impact.

"It's very simple. I will now teach you how to understand your own body."

Angela stretched out her right hand and gently stroked Catherine's chest. The feeling of Angela's cold fingers touching her sensitive area made Catherine tremble involuntarily.

"It seems you don't understand your own body very well..."

Angela's hand slowly moved downwards, then stopped at Catherine's thigh, which made Catherine's heart race.

Could it be that she intends to...?

"Then, I should first let you know just how sensitive your body is."

Just then, Angela withdrew her hand, which relieved Catherine. However, before she could react, a sharp pain accompanied by a crisp sound occurred simultaneously.

"Snap."

Angela swung her long whip, striking the very spot she had just touched. Catherine's eyes widened in shock; the unexpected pain left her barely able to think, and she nearly cried out. But long-standing habits and pride instinctively made her swallow the scream.

As Angela watched Catherine's reaction, her smile widened.

"Stubborn woman, I admire people like you."

"Smack!! Smack!!"

Two more whips cracked.

Angela clearly had a knack for controlling the force and angle of her whip. Both lashes struck Catherine's most sensitive spots on her chest, causing her immense pain and discomfort, yet preventing her from uttering a sound. At that moment, Angela withdrew the whip, returned to Catherine's side, and began to caress Catherine breasts. Feeling the soft touch and the faint pulse and warmth of life emanating from them, Angela revealed a cold smile.

"She's absolutely irresistible... As expected of the noble Saintess, she's exceptionally beautiful in both face and body."

"How filthy!!"

Hearing Angela's praise, Catherine was not happy at all. She straightened her expression and glared angrily at Angela.

"Is this the only kind of filthy pleasure you seek? A demon is a demon after all; he can only find such base pleasures!"

"Oh? Is that a good way to put it?"

Angela continued to caress Catherine's breasts with obvious affection, as if they were fascinating toys.

"Weren't you also born through this filthy act? Didn't your father and mother also pant and embrace each other, in heat, and then possess each other's bodies? This is what humans call the reproductive instinct, and your birth was the result of this act. And now you despise this act; isn't that like crossing the river and burning the bridge?"

"Shut up, you demon! You're not allowed to slander my father and mother, they didn't... Ah!!"

Upon hearing this, Catherine could no longer contain herself, but her words were cut short by a scream. At that moment, Angela slowly relaxed her grip on her breasts.

"What, you're already feeling something? You're quite a lewd human being, aren't you?"

"..."

Faced with Angela's mockery, Catherine fell silent. She had fully grasped the allure of this beautiful yet terrifying demon before her. No matter what she said, it would be misinterpreted by the other party. So, she might as well remain completely silent.

With that thought in mind, Catherine closed her eyes and began to silently recite the Temple's teachings, trying to forget everything her body was feeling.

Our almighty God, our great Lord, answer the prayers of your humble lamb and deliver me from this mire of evil and darkness... The great Holy Light will guide us...

In contrast to Catherine's silence, Angela also stopped speaking. She began to intently manipulate Catherine's body, occasionally attacking her most sensitive areas, as if greedily experiencing a new toy. Gradually, Catherine's body began to tremble under Angela's caresses. A faint blush appeared on her originally snow-white skin, and her breathing, no longer as steady as before, became slightly rapid.

Great, one and only God, please grant me the power to stop this... evil... This feeling is so strange... Why am I feeling this way... My body is so hot... It's so uncomfortable...

"Your heart is beating so fast..."

Angela's voice came from beside Catherine's ear, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck.

"How is it? Doesn't it feel comfortable?"

"..."

"It seems that the mouth above has no intention of answering my question..."

Slender, long fingers slid down the saintess's body, slowly entering the forbidden area.

"So, will the ones below behave themselves?"

"...!!!"

Just then, Catherine finally opened her eyes again.