``Are you sure you want to see it?''
Marian asked me, blushing. She was anxious to show her private parts but seemed embarrassed to show her butt.
But I had no reason to care about her.
On the contrary, the more ashamed she was, the better I felt.
"Of course."
"Huh… I know. If you show me that, I won't be able to say anything anymore.''
Marian said it with a desperate expression and slowly turned her body.
I turned her back to see her standing in front of me, pulled out her chair, and prepared to watch her take off her clothes.
The saint's clothes cover her entire body, making her feel suffocated.
Of course, I can't show off her body, which is the face of the Guyanese religion, but it's fun to watch her gradually take off her stuffy clothes.
"You don't want to look at her that much, do you?"
The saint, who was about to open her clothes, glanced back and asked that question.
When I sat down and looked at myself, I felt even more embarrassed.
I saw her whore's cheap whore look, shrugged her shoulders, and pretended to tell her to get naked quickly.
"Really..."
The saint looked like she had a lot to say, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth.
Instead, she dismantled the cloth covering her body piece by piece.
Suleuku. Sleuuku.
I saw the thick cloths that had covered the bodies of the saints falling one by one to the ground.
Her sky-blue hair flows, and her white, shining skin gradually emerges.
The saint roughly threw off her jacket, and without hesitation, she began to remove the pieces of cloth that covered her lower body.
It was difficult for her to take off her clothes at first, but she didn't seem to want to take them off.
The cloth covering the lower half of the saint's body fell to the ground, exposing her unsteady legs.
Her rather plump butt was barely visible above her legs.
"Hey, have you seen it yet? Okay?
Marianne asked, looking in my direction.
But the long top that went past her knees covered half of her butt, and the other half was hidden by her underwear.
"No, that's not true. Did you confuse me with your clairvoyance?"
"…after that"
Hearing my words, Marian took a deep breath and pulled her top up over her waist.
She is a saint who walks around with her butt exposed in long tops.
To be honest, I thought it was a masterpiece in the sense that it would be a waste to watch it alone.
``Hey, have you seen her?''
``Underneath?'' What about her underwear? What if I take it off myself?
At my words, Marian bit her lip and glared at me.
Needless to say, taking off your clothes is much less humiliating than having your hands touched.
I could see Marian's slender hands gripping the sides of her underwear.
"Ah."
I could see the white cloth flowing down between her sacred legs.
Contrary to her trashy personality, her underwear is plain.
Surprised, I slowly reached out and touched Marianne's buttocks.
``What, what are you doing?''
``I can't see because of her clothes.''
When I said this to my girlfriend Marianne, Marianne was surprised and pulled back the top that was hiding her butt. I tried. As if it were a curtain covering her.
A situation where her white buttocks are exposed.
Marian was probably embarrassed to meet me, so she turned her gaze forward and leaned her body towards me.
``Have you examined it?''
``Not yet.''
Marianne slowly began to examine her ass, trembling with embarrassment.
Her buttocks, which reached her waist, were beautiful without any scratches and were quite voluptuous.
The stigma around her left hip is unfortunate.
It was an old lead, but it proved that the Red Stigma had come from a brothel.
"Haha, I've done a lot of terrible things because of this."
After defeating the Demon King, Marian poured a potion on him and did some strange things, but I'm sure this wound was the cause.
But of course, drugs cannot erase these traces.
Even Marian's divine magic, which heals all wounds without a trace, could not remove this stigma.
Of course, the stigmas used to distinguish brothels had no special devices that could resist the holy magic of the saints.
"That's because it's this year."
After all, Marian is also a human chosen by the goddess, just like me.
As a goddess who values her own overall balance more than her human life, she naturally did not allow Marianne to deny her own past.
Born in a brothel, her lowest status was hers, and she became a saint, but her highest status was probably because she maintained the balance of a goddess.
Of course, Marianne, who, like me, had never had a proper conversation with a goddess, didn't understand until the end why her stigma had not disappeared.
"Hmm, that's the stigma,"
she said, caressing the scar on Marianne's lower back with her hand.
I saw Marianne sitting upright in surprise as my fingertips touched the most sensitive parts of her body.
"Me, are you crazy? Where are you going to do this?"
"Dare? Isn't it a little weird that this word is associated with the stigma of being in a brothel?''
``...Are you sure you want to die?''
Marianne said that she really was going to kill me.
But I thought her threat was ridiculous because she knew there was no way she could kill me.
"It's ridiculous for a saint to kill a hero."
Marian's words made me tighten my waist.
I felt her soft, supple ass pressing into my hands.
"Sigh!"
Marianne let out a strange snort as her butt was stimulated for the first time.
Then she cut off my hand, as if she couldn't believe the sound she made.
``...I never gave you permission to touch me.''
``Oh, there are so many fakes in this world. Are you that incapable of disguising your scars?''
When I answered Marian, I was shot coldly.
Marianne frowned at my insolence and showed disgust at my attitude.
``In case you forgot, you asked me to prove it to you with this infamy.''
``Of course I haven't forgotten. But I don't remember saying that you can prove it just by looking at it.''
``Wow!''
Marian bit her lip in anger, but that doesn't mean she can deny my words.
"Luckily, I touched an old wound. If I touch it with my own hands, I think I can trust you."
Marianne said, deliberately opening and closing her hand in front of her.
She looked at me with shame and anger, but Marianne couldn't deny my words.
No, she would have been rejected in the end if I had pushed this from the beginning, but she had already revealed the most embarrassing parts of herself to me.
Marianne would never have wanted to return to the capital with no income and her butt exposed.
"...Sigh. How?
Marian said as she stood facing the wall again.
I could see her shoulders shaking slightly with anger, and I laughed at her attitude.
She seems to think that if a man likes her, nothing will change, and she'll massage his butt anyway.
``Let's see if you stick with this until the end.''
I laughed at Marian and slowly began to stimulate the wound on my lower back.
I could feel her jelly-soft ass undulating in my hands.
I also started squeezing Marianne's other waist with her free hand.
``Ha! That doesn't matter, but...''
``Oh, I'm doing a comparative analysis.''
I interrupted Marian's objections and rubbed both of her buttocks.
She had contact with Lina many times, although I don't know if it was before she had sex with Lina.
Just as Lina came to know and develop her male body, I also gained a better understanding of her female body.
That means she can tell how a woman feels when she touches her.
It's natural that Lina and Hana are being compared, but people generally tend to find similarities in their similarities.
``Ah...hahaha...ah, yes...haha...far?''
As I continued to massage her butt, I felt Marianne's breath become a little warmer.
Admittedly, Marian's reaction to her was a little different than I expected, perhaps because I was immature with her.
Those were far more sensitive emotions than Lina's.
``Could it be because of stigma?''
I came to the conclusion that Marianne's relaxed reaction to my hand might be due to stigma.
The human body is a strange thing, so when you stimulate parts of yourself that you're embarrassed about or don't want to show to others, you seem to feel even more strange pleasure.
That's what I thought when I thought of Lina's strange pleasure when she stimulated my anus with her tongue.
``Hmm, it looks real.''
``Haha!''
I responded to Marian's words by spreading her hips to the side.
Suddenly, the most embarrassing anus was exposed.
I also got a little excited when I saw the virgin's wrinkled anus.
The little puckered hole seemed embarrassed enough to reveal itself to me and was constantly moving.
``I see, if you open this place like that...''
``Ah, is there something here that you shouldn't show?''
Marian bit her lip at my question.
Probably because he had endured various humiliations and was nearing the end, and he didn't want to start all over again.
"I have to look closely."
She said this, resting her head on Marianne's waist.
"It's even dirtier... where... huh?"
Marianne muttered. She was embarrassed but didn't quit.
My face was so close to Marianne that I might have been able to see that her anus was getting smaller.
When she purposely sniffed his anus, the saint trembled once, as if she were ashamed.
``Well, fortunately, it doesn't smell dirty.''
Still, she wasn't shocked to smell a bad smell from her anus, and it was as if she was taking good care of him. Ta.
I smiled and began to lift Marianne's hips a little as she spread her sides.
For a moment, I could see that Marianne's upper body was slightly unbalanced by the force of her pushing up from her buttocks.
This brought Marianne's pussycat right in front of me as her ass moved closer to me and her back arched.
``Oh, look at this woman?''
I smiled strangely when I saw Marianne's plump butt.
Even though I hadn't placed the tip of my finger against her pussy yet, I could see clear liquid leaking from her slit.
"Please stop..."
"Yes? Haven't you investigated in detail yet? Are you thinking of giving up?''
``...Dad, please stop now.''
Marian was a woman who never gave up.
I hated her damn personality so much, but at that moment, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"Well, do you see anything weird here?"
I said, opening Marianne's already wet and naughty pussy a little.
I could see her already hard clitoral area exposing her head.
And from her experience with Lina, a woman's clitoris seems to be quite sensitive, and just like my cock, it was the most sensitive part of my body.
``Hi!''
When I poked her clitoral area with my fingertip, Marian bounced on her back and made smooth sounds as if we were playing a game.
``This is the beginning, slut.''
I suppressed her laughter at her reaction and began rubbing her clitoral area eagerly.
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