Chapter 18: Training (1)

“Uma, what do you think we should use to help our lovely Saint Elena undergo a truly historic transformation?” A demonic smile appeared on Komer’s face. The stronger the opponent, the more it stirred his desire to conquer. This Saint Elena was clearly an important figure in the Light Church. If he could use her body to help Uma possess her, it would surely bring greater satisfaction than conquering Lome by himself.
This process of conquest had to be carried out step by step, gradually driving the opponent into despair while they were still aware of what was happening, until they finally fell into the trap in utter reluctance. That was where the real thrill lay. Simply causing the opponent to lose their mind and taking control at once seemed too crude and meaningless. The Saint of the Light Church actually wanted to give it a try to see if there might be any benefits. If he could keep this woman’s appearance that of a sacred angel while her inner self remained Uma’s filthy and lustful nature, that would truly be a challenging task.
“Heh, it depends on you, Komer. You should have the best idea on how to deal with these little witches from the Light Church. Tear off their hypocritical masks and let their human instincts emerge slowly. I’ll do my utmost to assist you in completing this task.” Uma’s sinister laughter echoed in the dark air, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
“Hmph! Don’t even think you can succeed! Our Light Church won’t be intimidated by your despicable tricks. Bring out whatever tricks you have—let’s see if I’ll be afraid!” With a contemptuous snort from her nose, the girl’s voice returned to its normal state, her cold and disdainful tone echoing in the darkness as well.
“Good, you’ve got spirit! I like people like that. If there’s no challenge, wouldn’t it be boring? Uma, you’re also a woman. What’s the best way to break through a woman’s defenses?” Komer asked with a smile and applause.
“Hmm, I need to think about it. After all, that was three hundred years ago, and I’m not quite used to it anymore.” Uma pondered for a moment before saying, “Perhaps completely destroying her sense of shame would be a good option, Komer. What do you think? But that might give you too much of an advantage.”

“Hehe, you thought of the same thing as me. So can we start right now?” Komer’s eyes gleamed even more intensely as his gaze roamed recklessly over Elena’s body. He lightly licked his somewhat dry lips—another delicious treat. Having this woman as the first course in punishing the Light Church might be quite good. “Uma, you go ahead and perform first. I’ve heard the Light Church always claims to be pure and flawless, so let’s see if Saint Elena’s delicate body is truly as spotless as pure jade. Well, I’d be more than willing to act as such an expert in evaluating female bodies.”

“Perform? Perform what?” Uma wasn’t sure what he meant at first.

“I heard that in the noble families of Jazair, there are often strippers, all beautiful mermaids, which is extremely stimulating. What if it were Saint Elena of the Light Church who performed? Do you think the effect would be even better?” Komer’s sinister smile grew deeper, his piercing gaze fixed on Elena’s body, causing her to tremble slightly.

“Hehe, good idea. I agree. Komer, please stop speaking in such a strange voice. Haven’t you noticed that your voice has made this saintly lady’s skin less smooth? Oh, I forgot—you can’t feel it. Then let me gradually expose her before you.”

Before Uma’s eerie laughter faded completely, a shrill scream from Elena was heard. One of her belt straps was suddenly undone by her own right hand, but then that same hand seemed to struggle desperately to tie it back again, failing to succeed. While her right hand was engaged in this fierce struggle, her left hand suddenly tore off a large piece of her robe, revealing her snow-white undergarments.

Shouts of shock rang out continuously, greatly exciting Komer. At this point, neither Elena nor Uma seemed to have the energy to argue with Komer anymore; both had focused entirely on fighting for control of their bodies. Initially, they were evenly matched, but after Komer’s advice, Uma began attacking by tearing off her own clothes. Elena was clearly unprepared for such tactics. With that lustful demon still watching her greedily, she became even more agitated.

She managed to control her right hand, but her left hand was still under Umma’s control. In an instant, Umma pulled off half of her dress, revealing her snow-white thighs. Panicked, Elena quickly regained control of her left hand and pulled the dress down to cover herself. But Umma’s move was merely a feint—while Elena regained control of her left hand, Umma used the briefly controlled right hand to tear open her underwear. Amidst the snow-white expanse, two bright red berries suddenly appeared before Komer’s smiling eyes, causing his pupils to contract sharply and his breathing to quicken.

What a breathtaking sight!

The open halves of her dress fluttered, exposing her chest and abdomen completely. Her delicate, plump breasts were bathed in the dim light, while her snow-white skin illuminated the otherwise dark space with a touch of springtime charm. Instinctively, Komer pointed his finger, and two orbs of light appeared in the air, instantly lighting up the entire space. Though he knew this might not be good for Umma, he couldn’t resist the temptation to enjoy the view.

Elena, both shocked and ashamed, realized she had fallen for Umma’s trick only when she felt a cool sensation between her chest and abdomen. Umma’s feint was truly brilliant—it shattered Elena’s attempts to remain calm. In her panic, she suddenly unleashed incredible strength, instantly regaining control of both hands and covering herself. This left Komer disappointed—his light orbs had only worked for a second before becoming useless. It seemed Miss Elena truly valued herself too much and had no sense of “self-sacrifice.” How could such a woman aspire to be a saint willing to risk her life?

“Komer, what are you doing?” Umma demanded angrily. “Why release those light orbs for no reason?”

“Hehe, how can one just skim over such a beautiful sight?” Komer couldn’t help but laugh lustfully. It had been a long time since he had spoken such irreverent words. With a holy maiden who could no longer escape his grasp and a vengeful spirit even darker and more vile than himself, he no longer felt the need to hold back.

“Worst of the shameless!” Elena’s eyes, almost burning with fury, stared fixedly at Komer. She could hardly describe her feelings in words. Though she still believed that the God of Light would ultimately bless those who believed in Him most wholeheartedly, she hadn’t realized that a faint sense of despair had already taken root in her heart.

“Shameless? Heh, the truly shameless things are yet to come.” Komer smirked darkly, his piercing gaze stabbing straight into Elena’s heart. “When Saint Elena stands naked on the streets of Ugru, offering her delicate body for all to see, when you realize your own body craves a man’s touch and abuse, when you discover that the Light Church’s reputation will be ruined because of you—then you’ll know what true shamelessness is!”
His icy words slammed down on Elena like shards of ice, so vicious and cruel that she felt momentarily unable to breathe. She only felt weak and powerless; trapped in the hands of such a person, she had no idea what her fate would be. It was too cruel. Elena couldn’t believe there were still such insane and vicious people in this world, and his hatred for the Light Church seemed like an irreconcilable enmity.
“Giggle, Komer. I didn’t expect you to have such a complete set of methods for dealing with women like this. I can already sense she’s about to faint. Right now, she must be desperately cursing you to die. Oh, just thinking about how ‘exceptional’ the Saint of the Light Church can be makes me overjoyed. By the way, I’ll have to experience this ‘honor’ myself—how wonderful!” Uma’s voice appeared again. She was almost omnipresent; the moment she sensed any weakness in Elena, she would seize the opportunity, fighting fiercely for every advantage. Her struggle with Elena also provided an excellent chance to hone her dark primal power.
“Then what are you waiting for?! Go on, keep going! Before Saint Elena’s body is exposed to others, let me enjoy this beauty alone first. Oh, since Saint Elena is the sacred saint of the Light Church, untouchable, I doubt any man has ever enjoyed your body before. Well, it seems I’ll be the first—what luck!”
Constantly provoking and teasing her with words, Komer found himself gradually indulging in this perverse pleasure. They say human nature is evil and must be restrained by moral principles learned later in life, but if evil is inherent, then prolonged suppression and restriction cannot completely eliminate it. Look at how some people reveal their true nature and commit unimaginable acts once freed from moral constraints. Instead of suppressing it so harshly, perhaps releasing it appropriately is the best solution. Komer didn’t expect everyone to agree with his views, but that didn’t stop him from putting them into practice.

Another bout of frantic struggle ensued. Komer watched with interest this somewhat bizarre scene: a pure and holy maiden standing before him, sometimes bare-chested, sometimes snarling and fuming, sometimes shouting angrily, sometimes smiling wickedly—it was truly a hellish vision, a hallucination that constantly challenged one’s limits.

Komer’s sensing ability also quietly took hold. As Elena and Uma’s struggle intensified, Elena had no energy left to pay attention to him. He pretended to be an observer on the surface, but in reality, he had already secretly unleashed two dark spells to intensify the darkness in the room, allowing Uma to make better use of the surrounding environment to attack Elena’s sacred light source.

Yet the power of this holy maiden’s essence was incredibly strong. Komer’s sensing ability could feel just how fierce the battle for control of Elena’s body was—almost every part of her body was under attack and counterattack from both light and dark forces. Elena’s beautiful face was sometimes shrouded in mist, sometimes bathed in holy light. Her trembling body and almost distorted movements allowed Komer to truly witness a war between light and darkness.

It seemed this war wouldn’t end in a short time. Komer noticed that Elena’s light essence was exceptionally pure. Whenever Uma’s dark forces tried to infiltrate and devour it, Elena would simply release a small amount of light, instantly melting away Uma’s dark magic like snow in boiling water. After several rounds of fighting, though Uma’s dark magic seemed to have the upper hand, it actually caused her heavy losses. As a result, Elena was able to launch frequent counterattacks later on. If it weren’t for Komer secretly using dark spells to help Uma, her situation would have been even worse.

Komer slowly stood up, which immediately caught Elena’s attention. But faced with Uma’s persistent harassment, she had no extra strength to deal with this demon slowly approaching her body.

“What do you want?!” She tried hard to keep her mind unaffected by his mental pressure, but sadly, Elena realized she couldn’t do it. His earlier words had already cast a shadow over her psyche. This guy was too cunning—he didn’t even need to take any actual action to reverse the advantage she had barely gained. She had to ease up on resisting the dark forces within her, because the enemy before her would only become more vicious.

“Nothing much, just finishing the work that Umma didn’t complete—like admiring Miss Elena’s wonderful figure.” The sinister smile on Komer’s face made Elena shudder all over. “Will Miss Elena come here by herself, or shall I have to do it myself? If I do it, I might not be so gentle with her. Hmm, I seem to smell a faint fragrance from Miss Elena’s body, like snow lotuses on an iceberg, making me forget everything else.” Seeing Komer slowly extend his fair, well-proportioned fingers to touch her already disheveled clothes, Elena could no longer control her emotions. Having forgotten what it felt like to cry, she, like any ordinary girl, burst into tears: “Stop! Stop! You demon! I order you to stop!”