Holy Son Oniens couldn't understand what the impulse in his heart was all about.
Sister Ajasha was already over fifty years old, and although she had kept herself well, some wrinkles could still be seen on her face, and her skin was not as delicate and smooth as Inas's; yet, inexplicably, Oniens suddenly felt an infinite charm radiating from Sister Ajasha, drawing him closer.
A strong urge to possess Ajasha suddenly surged in his heart.
And whatever it was, for Oniens, it was something he desired and therefore had to obtain.
He wore a gentle smile on his face, "Sister Ajasha, tonight I want to sleep with you."
Ajasha was surprised, but soon her kind face revealed a gentle smile as she softly stroked Oniens's hair, as if facing her own child, "My Holy Son, you're no longer a child now, you should learn to sleep on your own."
