Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 66: A Pure and innocent soul

Chapter 66: A Pure and innocent soul

Gasp!

Sister Evelyn’s eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths.

She sat up abruptly, her body drenched in sweat, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe.

Her heart raced.

Her breathing was shallow.

She looked around, her vision slowly adjusting.

She was back in the Holy Room. The candles still flickered. The air was still warm.

It was as if nothing had changed.

Except...

Her eyes darted forward.

Liam was still there.

Sitting in the chair, watching her with an unreadable expression.

Her breath caught in her throat.

His red eyes gleamed.

His brows furrowed, and he stared back at her with a confused look.

"Are you okay... Sister Evelyn?" He asked.

Evelyn’s eyes widened at his words, her face squeezing into a frown.

Is he really asking me that... after what he just did? she thought, gnashing her teeth in annoyance.

For some reason, she felt like the Sister Evelyn in Liam’s words contained a trace of mockery.

After all, he barely referred to her as "sister" in that strange world.

There was no way she would forget all the bizarre things that happened in that dream—if it was a dream.

Was it really a dream...? she thought, swallowing hard, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek.

Her body still burned.

And worst of all—

She could still feel his touch lingering on her skin.

The strange heat she felt in the dream melt stirring within her, pooling at the pit of her stomach.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a shiver crawling down her spine.

The memory of his hands roaming over her, his whispers against her ear, the way his gaze devoured her like she was something his—

It all felt too real.

That couldn’t have been just a dream...

Evelyn’s fingers twitched as she clutched the fabric of her robe tighter, as if doing so would somehow steady her erratic heartbeat.

She stole another glance at Liam.

He was still watching her, his expression unreadable.

But beneath that, she knew there was something else.

Something hidden.

Something dangerous.

’Is he... toying with me?’ She thought, clenching her fists.

Though she usually tried to maintain her cool no matter the situation she may find herself in, something about Liam made her feel like she was going crazy.

It was an annoying feeling, and she somewhat hated it.

However, a part of her still longed for it, wanting to dive even deeper into this strange ’craziness.’

Liam glanced at her again, his eyes narrowing.

Her body stiffened, and she forced herself to exhale.

’Compose yourself.’ She thought, letting out a low sigh.

She couldn’t afford to lose her cool, she needed to be sure of what just happened, whether it was a dream... or not.

Licking her lips, she spoke.

"Liam..."

His head tilted slightly, as if amused by her hesitant tone.

"Yes?"

She inhaled sharply before asking the question that had been tormenting her since she awoke.

"...Do you know anything about a dream?"

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Liam blinked.

His face twisted into a confused expression, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

"A dream?" He repeated. "What kind of dream are you talking about sister?"

Evelyn clenched her fists.

’Is he pretending?’ She thought.

"Yes, a strange dream. Very vivid." she clarified, carefully watching his reaction.

But Liam only shrugged.

"I have no idea what you mean, Sister Evelyn. I just finished my confession, and I don’t know about any... dream."

The way he said Sister Evelyn again sent a ripple of irritation through her.

’He’s lying. I’m sure he is.’ She thought, gnashing her teeth.

But there was no proof.

She had nothing to go on.

Her gaze darkened as she stared at him, but Liam only smiled in return.

But in his mind, he was laughing at her.

’Yeah... like hell I’d admit I have the ability to ’create’ dreams.’ He thought, barely holding back the urge to chuckle.

Such a skill would surely be seen as demonic by the church, and they wouldn’t waste any time before sentencing him to jail, or even worse, death.

He leaned back in his chair, watching Evelyn carefully.

She was flustered. Conflicted.

However that was exactly what he wanted her to be.

He wanted her to sink deeper into her doubt, that way, her faith in the herself would slowly weaken, and following that, her faith in the goddess.

She would start to question herself, and as she did so, the seed of lust he had planted within her heart would take root.

It wouldn’t take long before it would develop, and he would finally have her wrapped around his fingers!

’Don’t worry Evelyn... you don’t need to know the truth, not now.’ He thought, his red eyes flashing with a strange glint.

Evelyn’s voice suddenly cut through his thoughts.

"Have you even finished your confession?"

Liam smirked slightly.

"Of course."

She narrowed her eyes.

"Then prove it."

Liam arched a brow.

"Prove it?"

Evelyn nodded, raising her hand.

"I’ll use ’Holy Light’ on you."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Liam’s gaze, but outwardly, he only chuckled.

"Go ahead."

Evelyn furrowed her brows, then closed her eyes.

She muttered a soft incantation, her hands glowing faintly.

Then—

A warm, golden light enveloped Liam.

The light felt strangely warm and refreshing, and despite its brightness, it wasn’t blinding at all.

Liam watched in amusement, watching as the light scanned his body from head to toe.

He half expected something to happen, like the light turning pitch black, or the alarms of the church suddenly blaring.

After all, he was literally a demon.

But then—

The light reflected brilliantly, shimmering white particles hovering around it.

Evelyn’s lips parted in shock.

Liam blinked.

Wait.

What?

Even he wasn’t expecting that.

There was no red. No black. No indication of any sin.

It was as if he was completely pure.

"Impossible..." Evelyn whispered, her hands shivering slightly.

She didn’t want to believe it, but the proof was right in front of her.

Liam was clean.

In fact, she had never seen the holy light reflect so brilliantly on any one, except maybe the high priests themselves.

’I blamed him... for nothing? So I was wrong... I’m the true sinner in this situation.’ She thought, casting her gaze to the ground.

She was ashamed at herself.

She was supposed to be a nun, but she had blamed a pure and innocent student for her hallucinations.

’Forgive me goddess...’ She mumbled inwardly.

Meanwhile, Liam quickly masked his surprise and leaned forward.

"Satisfied?" He asked.

Evelyn swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly.

"...I apologize."

Liam smirked.

"Apology accepted."

And with that, he stood up and walked toward the exit.

"I’ll be taking my leave now, Sister Evelyn." He said, closing the door behind him.

Evelyn simply nodded her head, too ashamed to even say anything.

Her hands kept trembling, however, it wasn’t just from the guilt of falsely accusing Liam.

It was her desires, slowly blossoming, taking root in her heart.

She remained frozen in place, her breath hitched on her throat.

Her heart kept pounding, and her body temperature slowly rose.

Her mind was a mess, and sweat kept dripping down her body, causing her garment to cling to her skin.

She stared at her trembling hands, feeling something deep within her slowly cracking.

Her body still tingled.

Her thighs clenched again.

’No... I can’t be feeling this way.’ She thought, softly biting her lips.

She couldn’t possibly be feeling this way.

Not here.

Not in the Holy Room.

But she was.

Her fingers hesitantly brushed against her breast, right where Liam touched her in the dream.

She slowly squeezed it, a gasp escaping from her lips.

The sensation sent a jolt straight through her core.

Her breath quickened, and she continued squeezing her breasts.

"Liam..." She mumbled, remembering the vivid sensation of his hands on her boob.

The memory was too vivid. Too real.

And worst of all—

She wanted more.

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes.

The resistance within her shattered.

Her hands moved instinctively, tracing over the very spots Liam had touched in her dream.

But no matter how much she tried, her mere hands failed to replicate that feeling.

Something was amiss, and that was his hands, or rather... that long rod that was jutting out of his pants.

A muffled moan slipped from her lips.

She knew what she was doing was wrong... forbidden, and yet, she couldn’t stop.

Her other hand slowly slid slowly, going past the sash on her waist, before settling in between her thighs.

"Ahnn..." She softly moaned, biting her lips.

’I’m sorry goddess... please forgive me.’ She thought, fluids slowly leaking from her folds.

*

Meanwhile...

Liam strode through the halls of the Holy Church, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Apart from himself, he couldn’t see any other student walking in the hallway, except for a few nuns and staffs.

’Am I the first to finish my confession?’ He thought, letting out a light chuckle.

’A pure, innocent soul huh?’ He mumbled inwardly, remembering how brilliantly the light reflected on him.

And then—

Ding!

A system notification flashed before him.

[Evelyn Lancaster: 50% → 55%]

Liam’s smirk widened.

’Yes, I’m such a pure and innocent soul indeed!’ He chuckled to himself, tucking his hands into his pockets.

And then, another thought crossed his mind.

’Elsa, Grace, Lela... I wonder how their confession went.’ He thought, a strange glint flashing across his eyes.

After what happened last week, he hadn’t done anything else with them.

However, he sure looked forward to it.

There was no way that would be a one time thing.