"Can't I just wear the chanting master's robe?"
"Of course not. That conservative robe is such a waste of Miss Elenna's good figure and pretty face. I want to see a cuter side of you."
Daphne hugged her naked upper body tightly and looked at the lace bra and Gothic-style dress in Edith's hands. She showed a look of reluctance and had some resistance in her heart.
The Holy See had never had too many requirements for the clothing of female chanting masters. As long as it was decent and didn't violate public morals, it was okay. Only on important occasions did they need to put on the white robe with the church emblem on it.
However, Elenna Perkins had always worn that chanting master's robe that reached down to her feet. She was perhaps the most traditional female grand chanting master in the past decade or so and had an extremely high reputation in the Holy Mary religious territory.
Forcing such a saintly existence to take off the conservative cocoon, lift the mysterious veil, and put on the gaudy dresses of the secular world was also a unique kind of pleasure for Edith.
It didn't matter if it wasn't real. As long as they looked the same, it was enough to give a sense of immorality.
After Grevia left, Edith forcibly dragged Daphne into her room, then stripped off Daphne's already thin silk nightdress and asked her to put on the prepared bra and dress.
Although she had worn women's clothes once before, Daphne was still afraid of dresses full of lace, flounces, and pearl chains like this one.
From pure white pantyhose to the more feminine Gothic dress, she accepted and compromised step by step. She didn't dare to think about what she would have to wear later.
At that time, would she still have anything to do with the word "macho"?
But Edith's patience was limited. Daphne had no say at all now. Even if she didn't want to wear them, she could only do as Edith wished.
—How strange. I clearly hate it, but my heart is pounding for no reason. How could I be looking forward to putting on such fancy dresses...
Daphne's tangled emotions grew in her heart. Resistance and expectation seemed to be fighting each other for dominance, and the sense of shame forced by Edith lingered all the time.
"All right, I'll help you put them on." Edith smiled gently. "Stand still and don't move, little cutie."
"Ugh..."
Daphne was forcibly dragged by Edith to the full-length mirror beside the wardrobe. Before she could react, she suddenly saw the flustered and pitiful look of the silver-haired, green-eyed girl in the mirror and unexpectedly felt a sense of inexplicable protectiveness and possessiveness.
—This, this is me!?
She had never had a chance to take a good look at herself as Elenna before.
Although the delicacy of her facial features was still not as good as her original appearance as a half-vampire, Elenna's looks inherently carried a holy temperament. With Daphne's weak personality, this holy temperament was instead transformed into a kind of pathos and misery after being defiled.
—This kind... clearly looks like the type that will be toyed with by a bad woman and have no way out. Ugh...
This mirror was specially bought by Edith from Rockham City and transported to Cole Town. Moreover, it was Daphne who paid for it for Edith at that time. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was from this mirror that she saw her own pitiful appearance after being bullied like this.
"Take your hands away." Edith patted Daphne's arm.
Daphne hesitated for a few seconds before finally taking her hands away under Edith's intimidating gaze.
All was snow-white and even had a crystal-clear luster in the mirror.
Edith couldn't help but pause for a few seconds either.
The purpose of her taking the initiative to help Daphne dress was obvious. Her hands wandering over Daphne's body were extremely unruly and would touch strange places from time to time.
By the time the bra straps were completely fastened, Daphne was already too weak to stand and slumped to the floor.
Edith naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. She took advantage of the situation and pushed the limp and powerless Daphne onto the floor until Daphne's green eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed before she stopped.
"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable not wearing a bra usually?" Edith asked in an ambiguous tone.
"Yes."
Daphne's mind was blank and her eyes were full of stars and snowflakes. She couldn't do anything and it took her a long time to answer.
It was indeed uncomfortable. Just a slight accidental touch would almost make Daphne's legs go weak.
However, the feeling of being tightly wrapped, for someone with her special physique, wasn't much better either...
"Take good care of your body." Edith's voice was gentle and reverberated in the ear, making people intoxicated. "If it breaks, I'll lose a toy."
Before Daphne could respond, Edith slightly bent down, pressed her soft lips against Daphne's, and took away her right to speak.
"Ugh..."
Under Edith's fierce offensive, Daphne's rebellious emotions and disgusted expressions gradually melted away. She couldn't think and could only submit.
No!
It's too dangerous!
Daphne suddenly woke herself up with a great mental effort in the depths of her heart. She suddenly realized that Edith was an expert at playing with people's hearts.
First giving a slap and then a sweet date. Wasn't this exactly PUA? If she fell for it, wouldn't she really become Edith's toy?
But the awakening of her mind couldn't be reflected in reality. Daphne was still the one being bullied badly.
The nuns got up one after another, and there were frequent footsteps in the corridor outside the room, while inside the room, there was a steamy and fragrant scene.
Doing such things in the sacred church, the former Pope's heart was struggling terribly, although she had never been devout.
"Next is the dress. If you can't stand steadily, I'll 'eat' you up again." Edith left the dazed and disheveled Daphne lying there, picked up the magnificent white dress at the head of the bed, and asked, "Can you still hold on, little cutie?"