Chapter 001: Desecration

It was a dilapidated warehouse. After searching for a long time, Du Fan finally found such an inconspicuous place. Holding the still-conscious Tasia in one arm, he drew his wand and waved it a few times, creating several wind blades and small fireballs that cleared out a clean corner in the warehouse.
He rushed over quickly and gently laid Tasia down. After hesitating for a moment, he drew a few symbols on the ground with his wand and threw in a few magic stones, forming an intricate magic circle.
Only after finishing all this did Du Fan slowly take off his shirt. The hardened blood caused sharp pains as he removed it, and by the time he finally got it off, he was covered in blood again.
Shaking, he took out a bottle from his storage ring. Looking at Tasia, who was barely breathing, and then at himself, he couldn’t help but sigh and mutter, “Forget it… Maybe I owe her from my past life…”
With a wave of his hand, several small fireballs appeared at his fingertips. He closed his eyes and reached behind him. Moments later, a smell of burning filled the air.
Gritting his teeth to suppress a groan, he finally finished burning the wounds on his back, drenched in cold sweat.
Taking out a robe from his storage ring, Du Fan put it on, then his gaze returned to Tasia.
Tasia lay quietly. Contrary to his expectation of her being cold, although she had slightly furrowed her brows, there seemed to be a hint of a happy smile on her face. Her long, smooth hair wasspread out, with strands sticking to her face from sweat, making her even more beautiful.
Her lips were slightly curled, and her pale, bloodless lips were slightly cracked, but this did nothing to diminish her breathtaking beauty. Instead, it made Du Fan’s breathing quicken unconsciously.
After watching her for a while, he couldn’t help slapping himself and scolding, “Damn it! I’ve seen women before in my life. Why am I staring at this dead woman?”
Yet, despite his words, his eyes instinctively drifted toward the slight bulge on Tasia’s chest.
With a gulp, Du Fan swallowed hard. He felt his whole body heating up, filled with an indescribable restlessness, as if he couldn’t calm down unless he did something.
“I just want to heal her… heal her…”

Du Fan murmured a few words to himself. He had come up with such a plausible excuse, but he still didn’t dare do much at first. After a while, his courage gradually grew. Du Fan called out a few times tentatively, then reached out to touch Tasia’s face a few times. Seeing that she still showed no reaction, he let out a sigh. At that moment, he wasn’t sure whether he should be happy or worried—his emotions were in complete conflict. A moment later, he began to probe her mentally slowly. Although Tasia’s mental energy was extremely depleted, it was still stable, indicating that although she wasn’t seriously injured, she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Only then did Du Fan feel relieved. He set aside the cheap potion in his hand, gently lifted Tasia’s chin, and studied closely the face he usually dared not look at too much. Her extremely beautiful features left Du Fan utterly flustered. If Tasia had let out even a soft sound at that moment, that damned priestly charlatan would have immediately screamed and run away. “To be honest, this woman is really beautiful. Her skin, her face, her features—so delicate!! How is it that none of the maids at home can compare to her? It’s a waste for such a woman to become a nun. No wonder all the men in the capital are crazy about her.” Du Fan muttered to himself as his fingers gently traced over Tasia’s skin. The cool, smooth touch made his heart race, and he almost cried out. Finally, Du Fan’s hand slid down Tasia’s swan-like neck and rested on her shoulder. He stroked her collarbone and let out a soft sigh, then couldn’t help but lean in. He didn’t dare kiss her pale lips, so the kiss mark ended up on her neck. A few slightly reddened spots on her fair skin resembled delicate plum blossoms. Du Fan sighed at the kiss mark, feeling a strange thought arise in his mind: What an evil sight it would be if this holy and noble nun wore such a mark while praying for her believers on the altar? With that thought, Du Fan helped Tasia up and glanced at her right hand.

Tasia’s fingers were long and clean, with perfectly trimmed nails that felt cold and smooth to the touch, as soft as if boneless. Du Fan couldn’t help but touch them several times before pulling his hand back. Glancing at Tasia’s astonishingly full chest, he muttered, “I just want to help her heal. If that wound isn’t treated, won’t all our efforts be in vain?”

Du Fan took a deep breath, cursing under his breath, before finally reaching for Tasia’s chest. He carefully avoided touching the bulging mound, instead using his fingertips to tap lightly on her chest, pulling off her loose robe. Beneath it was a dark black bustier adorned with several small, delicate orchids.

Du Fan chuckled to himself. Tasia usually seemed icy cold, but she had such a feminine side after all. It seemed every woman was the same—love for beauty was their innate nature, something impossible to resist. Shaking his head, he sighed and said softly, “Tasia, why aren’t you more self-respecting? As a nun, why wear such a bustier? It’s an insult to the gods. Let me help you take it off.”

After saying this, Du Fan felt a sense of clarity. He had initially felt some guilt, but now he realized his actions were completely normal. He wasn’t committing any assault—he was healing someone! Helping a nun who had accidentally offended the gods! Which other white-robed priest in this continent would think of saving a lost soul in such a critical moment?

The more he thought about it, the greater he felt his own greatness, filling him with pride. Yet in reality, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat. What if Tasia woke up suddenly? Even if he had a hundred mouths, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself!

After hesitating for a moment longer, Du Fan couldn’t hold back any longer. Biting his lower lip, he pulled hard, tearing the black bustier aside. Instantly, his breath and heartbeat seemed to stop at the same time. Vast expanse of snow-white skin was exposed, dazzling him. He steadied himself and focused on the bulging mound and the two astonishingly pink “cherries” atop it. He felt a part of his body swelling completely.

He took a deep breath. Du Fan’s gaze fell once again on her slender waist, thin enough to fit in the palm of his hand. His fingers couldn’t help but brush over the slight round indentation on her abdomen. Du Fan felt as if he were in a dream, on the verge of waking up.

Finally, Du Fan pulled his gaze away and looked back at the hill that seemed to emit an eerie glow. His breathing had become so loud it was alarming. He suppressed his tremors and slowly stretched out his hands, which finally rested on that small hill. The pink cherry rubbed against the palm of his hand. Du Fan couldn’t help but apply a bit of force—its cold, smooth texture made his vision blur.

Fear began to overcome him. He feared this was all just a dream, a thrilling dream, and that he might wake up and never get it again!
“I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”
“I want it! I want it!”
In the end, even he didn’t know whether he wanted it or not…

Du Fan screamed frantically in his heart, his eyes turning almost red. He had never been a decent person. Over the years, what hadn’t he done for his own purposes? He suddenly grabbed the hem of Tasia’s dress and lifted it up. Her long legs only made him more excited. His trembling fingers reached for the last piece of cloth covering her body…

But at that moment, the unconscious Tasia suddenly let out a pained moan. Du Fan shuddered as if doused in cold water. He fled backward at an unprecedented speed, not even bothering to tidy up Tasia’s clothes. After running dozens of meters, he finally stopped. He lay on the ground, extending his powerful mental energy slightly. After a moment, he was sure Tasia hadn’t woken up at all.

He cursed himself for being useless in his mind, then quickly returned. Tasia before him was still breathtakingly beautiful, but Du Fan, terrified just moments ago, no longer had the mood. He glanced absentmindedly at her half-naked body, his gaze finally falling on the small wound beneath her right breast.