The Contract Ritual was scheduled to take place in three days.
During these days, Arabella locked herself in her room, anxiously awaiting her fate like a bride in an arranged marriage. The image of the silver-haired Priest frequently flashed through her mind, and she wondered if she would ever see him again. The moonlight outside was dim, and once the sun rose, she would have to participate in the ceremony with an unfamiliar Priest.
She buried her head in her pillow, feeling as if she were drowning and could not catch her breath. After a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she opened the door and walked out.
This was the first time she had left her room in these days, and she followed her memories to find the way to the downstairs entrance.
The dormitory building was even larger than she had imagined. The long corridor was lined with the rooms of various Executor Witches. As she passed through the corridor, she did not find the stairs she remembered, but rather a terrace garden.
Just as Arabella was about to turn around, she heard intermittent moans coming from the terrace.
"Mm... don't do it here... the students will hear!" Nun Vivienne, partially bare, was pressed tightly against the wall by someone. Her headscarf had fallen off, and her light green curls were disheveled. Her nun's habit was torn open, and her full, fair chest was being gripped by a tall man with red hair.
"That's not going to work, Demonic Aura doesn't wait for anyone, you have to hurry up and Purification." The man's muscular body pressed the nun against the wall and kissed her, and with one hand lifted her leg high, exposing the private parts of the two to Arabella.
The thick and hideous cock sank into the nun's body again and again, and every time it was withdrawn, it would bring out the crystal lewd water, and the joint would be dyed obscenely. The nun's body was half-suspended in the air and there was nowhere to borrow strength, so she could only spread her legs wide and was forced to withstand the invasion of the man, and let out an irrepressible scream in the thrusting again and again.
The shock of the image made Arabella almost scream, and she clutched her mouth and hurried back down the corridor, running several corners for a long time.
She didn't know why what she had just seen could make her so alarmed, and the thought of the obscene image made her panic, as if the nun's sweet gasps were still in her ears.
After a few more moments of composure, Arabella realized that the voice was not her delusion, and in the hallway not far away, a door was open, and heavy gasps could be heard from inside.
The white-haired girl hangs high above her head with her hands tied, her eyes covered with a black cloth, and her mouth stuffed with balls. The naked white body is sandwiched between two men dressed as Priest one after the other, and the two holes in the front and back are thrust at the same time by the man's thick cock.
The tongue licked her slender neck and earlobes, gnawing at her collarbone, and her soft breasts were kneaded and pulled roughly. The girl's whole body tensed, and her screams were choked in her mouth by the balls of her mouth, and she could only let out a painful whimper from her throat.
The image in the crack of the door made Arabella's body shiver involuntarily. She wanted someone to help, but she didn't know who to turn to. Stumbling to the stairs, he scurried downstairs and into the yard.
She didn't know where she could go, she just felt as if something terrible was about to wake up, and an inexplicable sense of fear chased her all the way, making her want to escape as far as possible.
A hand suddenly grabbed Arabella, causing her to scream.
"What's wrong?" the silver-haired Priest asked, puzzled. Concerned about the upcoming Contract Ritual, he had come to inquire about the Nun's preparations, only to see the main character of tomorrow running out like a madwoman.
Dorian's appearance made Arabella feel like she had found a savior as she abruptly clutched his clothing. "Dorian… help! In the dormitory, there's a girl being…"
Dorian frowned slightly at the incoherent girl before him. "Are you trying to say Purification?"
"Ah?" She had heard that term from the tall man as well.
"Didn't Vivienne Nun teach you? The Priest purifies Dark Power by merging with a Demon Attendant and injecting Holy Power into them. If that's what you saw, then it's not a big deal; it's quite normal here."
"Normal? How is this normal? A girl being tied up and toyed with by two men, isn't this the Holy See? Shouldn't this be a Sacred place?" The girl's voice was almost a roar.
The High Priest frowned even tighter. "Some Priests have special preferences, and it's not convenient for outsiders to intervene."
"So… after becoming a Demon Attendant, not only do you have to hand over your life to others, but your body as well?" Arabella felt drained, her voice trembling. She still couldn't remember how she had been possessed by her Inner Demon and why she had ended up in such a situation. She felt terrified; she had never been this scared even when being bound to a pyre.
"This is the only way to prevent Demonic Aura erosion," the Priest's words mirrored those of the Nun.
"What if I don't like him?"
Dorian looked at Arabella, remaining silent for a moment. "You'd better learn to like him."
His cold voice shattered all of Arabella's hopes, leaving her standing there, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. Finally, lowering her head, she extended her hand, gripping the Priest's sleeve like it was the last lifeline, her voice wavering as if she was summoning all her courage. "Dorian… can I… be your Demon Attendant?"
"You're too weak and not suited to follow me." Dorian closed his eyes, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Go back; tomorrow is an important day for you."
The girl stood still, her head bowed, her expression hidden in the darkness. The air felt unnaturally silent. Dorian quietly stayed with her until she finally pulled away from his sleeve and ran back to her room without looking back.