Hopeless Resistance, Part Three

No matter how coldly Catherine responded, Angela was about to touch what was most important to a woman, a fact that even a saint could not ignore. She opened her eyes but did not speak, instead staring angrily at the girl before her, expressing her fury through her gaze.

Your body is very stiff.

Angela chuckled softly as she gently stroked Catherine's soft thigh, but Catherine did not respond.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous? Relax, everyone's nervous the first time, but you'll get used to it after a few more tries..."

As she spoke, Angela slightly bent her finger and flicked a certain part of Catherine's lower body.

"...!!!"

Suddenly, a sensation more intense than an electric shock assaulted Catherine's body. She had never felt anything like it before. The intense current made her body tremble, and even her strong will wavered in the face of this powerful stimulation. This strange feeling startled Catherine. She instinctively opened her mouth, but before she could cry out, Angela made a move that Catherine had never expected—she extended her small mouth and silenced Catherine's scream.

The soft, warm tongue effortlessly pried open Catherine's defenses and penetrated her mouth. Catherine, completely unable to respond, seemed utterly at a loss for what to do. She could only be forced to enjoy this unprecedented sensation. Although she instinctively shook her head forcefully, seemingly trying to escape Angela's grasp, it was clear that she had no chance of escape from Vampire Species.

After thoroughly enjoying Catherine's small mouth, Angela chuckled and left, taking two steps back and looking at Catherine triumphantly. The saintess's face was flushed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly, a thin, clear liquid trickling from the corner of her lips, shimmering with a bewitching light.

"Your tongue technique seems rather clumsy..."

Under Catherine's gaze, Angela touched her lips with a cold smile, and then said something that infuriated Catherine.

"Could that have been your first kiss?"

"... snort!!"

Catherine was unable to refute Angela's words; she could only snort and lower her head again. However, this action itself proved the reliability of Angela's words.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

However, Angela didn't say anything more at this moment. After giving Catherine a few mischievous looks, she suddenly made a gesture. Immediately, the ropes binding Catherine were untied, and the first thing Catherine did upon regaining her freedom was to put her hands in front of her chest, close her legs tightly, and take two steps back. Perhaps realizing that this action was too weak, Catherine quickly lowered her hands, stood up straight, and stared unwaveringly at Angela.

"You filthy..."

That's all for today.

However, before Catherine could finish speaking, Angela interrupted her, then turned her head away, seemingly having lost all interest in the girl before her.

"Take her back to her room to rest, and of course... don't forget to change her clothes."

"Yes, Miss Angela."

After Catherine fled the training room, Li Lin and Nia got up from the sofa and dispelled the invisibility spell on them.

"Miss Angela, is this the end?"

Facing Angela, who had done almost nothing, Nia stared wide-eyed in surprise and asked, after all, Angela had barely disciplined Catherine. Even Li Lin was somewhat surprised. He had thought that, given Angela's previous enthusiasm, it would be impossible for her not to thoroughly torment Catherine. But she had simply touched her a few times, whipped her twice, and then finished with a French kiss, which left the two who had originally planned to watch the show completely baffled.

"That's fine from the beginning."

Angela was clearly not surprised by this. She walked slowly to Li Lin's side, took Li Lin arm, pressed her body tightly against Li Lin, and looked at Nia, smiling as she explained.

"This woman is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, completely untainted. From her reaction just now, I could tell that she lacks even the basic knowledge expected of someone her age. She's utterly unfamiliar with her own body. If she were a woman with even a slight understanding of matters of love, I would guarantee she would experience intense stimulation she'd never felt before. But this woman clearly doesn't understand that her body can produce such sensations. What rare find! Dealing with such a person, using strong methods from the start, would only backfire."

As she spoke, Angela glanced at the closed door and gave a cold smile.

"Disciplining, in a sense, is like war. Blindly attacking or feigning weakness is meaningless. To truly conquer and destroy the opponent, you must leave openings while maintaining control of the situation, creating a false sense of hope that they can turn the tide. Only then can you lead them down a path of no return... Whew, now that saintess knows what her body feels like, will she try it out?"

As Angela coldly explained her plan to Li Lin and Nia, Catherine had already returned to her cold cell. Although it was unbearably Hell compared to the warm room she had just left, Catherine would rather freeze to death there than return to that warm, comfortable room and face such shameful and unbearable treatment.

She was now wearing a cheap robe made of coarse linen. Fortunately, this robe wasn't cut in such an obscene way as her previous one; it was just a simple robe. However, the coarse linen was unusually stiff and rough, and Catherine felt as if every part of her body was enveloped in cold and painful discomfort. Although clothing was supposed to insulate against the cold, this garment clearly hadn't fulfilled its intended purpose.

But these weren't issues Catherine was concerned with at the moment; something else clearly surprised her more.

"How could this be... How could this be..."

She squeezed her legs together, curled up into a ball, and trembled in the dark corner of the cell. This was the first time in her life that Catherine had ever known her body could produce such sensations. This stimulating, unforgettable feeling seemed to still linger within her—that burning, itchy sensation...

I can't think about it anymore!!

Catherine shook her head frantically, trying to banish the thought from her mind.

My body couldn't possibly be like that; that woman must have used some kind of evil magic...

Although she thought this way, Catherine found herself becoming increasingly aware of her body. The area on her chest where she had been whipped was not only burning with pain, but also carrying an indescribable sensation... a strange tactile feeling she had never experienced before.

"Almighty, great God, please save your humble lamb..."

Catherine closed her eyes and began to pray again.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Through the magical image, the three of them could see Catherine's actions clearly, while Angela couldn't help but chuckle with smugness.

"As you can see, Master, this woman has clearly begun to understand this feeling. So, what will she think next? Is this all she can feel? Or is there something even stranger? Hopefully, whether she realizes it or not, she already has this thought and goal. The first step in training is to plant a seed of hope deep within the other person's heart. Only in this way can the most beautiful flower be watered with the water of despair."

"You seem to know a lot about this kind of thing?"

Li Lin stroked Angela's hair and gently tapped her head at the same time.

Just how many people have become your victims?

"I have no interest in counting such trivial numbers."

Angela tossed her hair in displeasure, seemingly disliking Li Lin's question.

"Those are merely provisions that exist to allow me to find pleasure in my eternal life. It's that simple. Merely surviving on my own consciousness is far from enough. Without sufficient joy to uplift the soul, one cannot attain longevity. In any case, happiness is the secret to longevity and youth, isn't it? If one always wears a long face, one simply cannot experience the joys of life."

As she spoke, Angela turned to Nia.

"Sister Nia, could you do me a favor? I need some..."

As she spoke, Angela took a piece of paper from her bosom and handed it over.

"... Sister Nia, could you think of a way to deal with something like this?"

"I see."

After taking the note and glancing at its contents, Nia nodded slightly.

"No problem, I can make magical items with this effect... But, Miss Angela, what do you need this for? It doesn't seem to be of much use."

"Hoo hoo hoo... Sister Nia will know when I need it."

Judging from Angela's expression, she clearly didn't intend to reveal the secret right now. So Nia didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she nodded and put the note away.

"Well then, I'll head back now. I still need to manage things in Ringwraith City. Although nothing major is expected, I think it's better to be cautious."

Then, without waiting for Li Lin to say anything more, Nia turned around and activated the spell. As the light from the staff spread across her body, Nia disappeared.

However, Angela was now gazing with great interest at the spot where Nia had disappeared.

"Sister Nia is wavering, Master."

"Don't waste your cleverness on her."

Li Lin tapped Angela's little head again. He knew exactly what was going on in this little one's mind.

"Nia isn't a woman you can easily win over."

"I understand this perfectly well, but..."

At this point, Angela's eyes darted around, looking at the only soft and comfortable bed in the bedroom.

"Master, it's already late. Shouldn't we get some rest to prepare for tomorrow?"

"Before that..."

Understanding Angela's meaning, Li Lin did not refuse. On the contrary, he casually swung his hand and easily took the whip from Angela's hand.

"Watching what you just did, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration."

As he spoke, Li Lin reached out and stroked the handle of the whip. Soon, accompanied by the sound of incantations, the long whip, which had been hanging down, automatically swayed and stood up, twisting and turning like a black venomous snake.

"I think you won't refuse this."

"That depends on your skill, Master."

Angela gazed at the animated whip in Li Lin's hand, a strange light gleaming in her eyes.

"It seems I can also enjoy different pleasures now."

Soon, another new "training" battle unfolded in this small room.

While Li Lin and Angela were enjoying the happiness they brought each other, Catherine was completely devoid of their "leisurely mood."

Although the long prayers had temporarily erased the strange sensation in her body, some things remained that she couldn't deliberately ignore. While the previous training hadn't been long, Catherine had completely exhausted her remaining strength. The cold air in the prison was equally unbearable. Under these circumstances, hunger quickly followed, replacing the strange feeling and becoming the center of Catherine's torment. But this time, she didn't resist much; after all, appetite is a basic human instinct. Even Catherine frequently experienced this, so when faced with hunger, she didn't hesitate as she had with that "strange feeling" before.

Whatever that evil sorcerer is thinking, he probably won't starve himself to death.

Sure enough, by the dim light of the fire, Catherine saw that a piece of food had been added to this side of the iron bars. Clearly, someone had come and left the food when she wasn't looking.

Although she felt a surge of excitement, Catherine didn't lose her composure. She summoned her remaining divine power and cast a simple Purification Spell on the food. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she picked it up and began to devour it. Since no one was watching her, Catherine no longer needed to maintain the usual saintly rituals. Although it was just cold, even somewhat rotten and smelly bread and water, for Catherine who hadn't eaten for a day and had already suffered so much, it was a rare treat...

"Waaah... waaah..."

Amidst the muffled swallowing sounds, there were a few barely audible sobs. Even the strong saintess, when alone, could not help but let her guard down.

Why was I being treated like this? Not only was I captured by an evil sorcerer, but I was also subjected to torture that was an utter humiliation of my female dignity. Why was I being treated like this...?

Despite her many grievances and questions, Catherine did not cry. Although she was only a young girl, she was also a saint of the Temple, and she would never succumb to darkness and evil! No matter what method was used...

Catherine stopped moving.

Today, that woman has already treated me this way, so what about tomorrow? What methods will she use tomorrow?

Catherine shook her head vigorously, banishing the terrifying thought from her mind. After remembering it, she seemed to instantly lose her appetite, casually tossing away the half-eaten bread, taking a sip of the cold spring water, and then curling up in the corner, drifting off to sleep.

The night is always short.

When Catherine awoke from her slumber once more, she saw the priest standing before her.

"Time is up."

It was still that cold, unquestionable voice, and Catherine knew that saying anything to her now would be futile. Although the chill had made Catherine's body stiff and unresponsive, she still managed to stand up and follow closely behind the priest as they left the prison.

Catherine herself didn't realize that at this moment, what she longed for was the warmth of that room.

When she re-entered the luxuriously decorated and comfortable training room, she immediately saw Angela's meaningful smile. She was dressed exactly the same as yesterday, without any change. However, for some reason, Catherine felt that the girl in front of her seemed to be much more radiant. Compared to the pale beauty of yesterday, she seemed to be closer to a kind of vitality.

You seem to be in good spirits.

Angela stroked the long whip in her hand, watching Catherine with a strange smile, while Catherine remained silent.

"Phew... I didn't expect you to still be so stubborn. You were so attractive last night when you were crying so hard..."

"You, how could you...?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine's expression finally changed drastically. Although she was always determined not to succumb to Angela's provocations, the girl seemed to always manage to force her to speak using different methods.

When Catherine asked her a question, Angela simply smiled and took out a crystal. As the crystal shone, a clear illusion appeared in the void. It was the scene from the previous night when Catherine was eating while crying.

"The Holy Maiden of the Temple is really just a child after all... She even hides and cries secretly. You're quite adorable."

"You, you, you actually spied on me!"

"That's a really rude thing to say."

Upon hearing this, Angela's eyebrows shot up.

"This is my and my master's castle. Every inch of this land, every brick and tile, belongs to us. I can see whatever I want. When did it become your place to lecture me?"

"Say whatever you want."

Catherine gritted her teeth and coldly uttered a sentence. She had long understood that no matter what she said, she would not be able to persuade the other party.

"Um..."

After hearing Catherine's answer, Angela carefully examined her. Although Catherine was still wearing the shameful and lewd dominatrix outfit from yesterday, her expression was unusually serious and cold, completely unlike her panicked state yesterday. It seemed that the saintess was indeed a saintess, with a very strong ability to adapt.

It is people like this who are worthy of my seduction and depravity.

Thinking of this, Angela couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lightly lick her lips.

I wonder if Her Highness will react the same way she did yesterday once she knows what she'll be facing today?

"Then, let's begin today's lesson."

With that, Angela snapped her fingers again, and soon Catherine was bound with ropes once more, her movements restricted. But this time, Angela manipulated the rope shuttle, making a completely different move than yesterday. She spread Catherine's legs completely apart, exposing the girl's most private parts to her in the most revealing way.

"...!!"

Naturally, Catherine was furious at being treated this way, but having learned her lesson yesterday, she dared not utter another word.

Today's lesson was very simple...

As she spoke, Angela stepped closer to Catherine's body, scrutinizing her mysterious and beautiful features. Feeling Angela's unwavering gaze, all Catherine could do was close her eyes and grit her teeth in resignation.

"It seems you're not very familiar with your own body yet... That won't do. A girl must first be familiar with her own body."