Sacred Chevalier

The Goddess Wellos faith extends from the central part of the continent to the West. It is said that the Eastern countries of the continent have another religion: "Divinity dwells in all things", but in the great Western power, the Kingdom of Holy Fersis, they have established Weloscism as a national religion and have friendship with the "Great Orthodox State of Welosci" in the southeast. Werth, on the other hand, is also widespread in the northern empire, which is an enemy nation. In the war over the border, the Saints, who inevitably gained the protection of Weros, assemble and fight to wash their blood with blood.

"Once, the goddess Wellos was worshipped as a 'god of abundance' at festivals and other festivals celebrating the fruits of wheat. In the excitement of the festival, men and women interacted and only became known as the 'Goddess of Love'. And it is said that the protection of Weros is now descending"

A nun with white ink (chalk) explains it in blackboards and textbooks. The joint classes of the Holy Knight (Paladin) and the Hero (Chevalier) are divided into five classes in total. Health and physical education classes are joint, but these classes are scheduled for each class.

"The protection of Weros had a significant impact on the world that followed. On average, men get sexual excitement about twice a month. Wellos' protection plays a major role in making children on this rare occasion. One is' luck 'descending on men. I mean, it's easier to have kids. The other is' strength 'and' beauty 'descending on women. Having children is a life-saving thing. Also, getting older makes you menopausal and prevents you from having children. Strength and beauty given to women, or' youth ', also have a major impact on child development."

Sister Maria's classes are easy to understand. But for me, I was more obsessed with the sisters than with the contents. I can't wait to shake my chest when I look back.

(I'd like to get my hands on the altar in church, let my ass stick out, and pamper from behind)

"But the protection of the goddess is not omnipotent. There are a few constraints. What would that be? Kite, answer me."

"Huh? Oh, the limits of Goddess protection. Well, a woman only has sex with a man who's given her virginity, so she won't be protected?

Sister Maria agrees with me when I stand up and answer appropriately.

"One does, doesn't it? Anything else?

"Mm-hmm, about luck? Luck is very vague and not visible. If you want to make it easier to have a child, you can make it an added protection to make sure you get pregnant, you dare.

It has become difficult to understand "Luck" "

"What the hell do you think that is?

"Come on, Goddess. Are you sorry about Wellos' otum, or are you just an asshole?"

For a moment in the classroom, to my answer, I blurted. Probably because it could lead to criticism of Welosophy, which is enshrined as national religion. Sister coughed and laughed.

"No, it was a radical statement, but let's not ask. Please take your seats, Mr. Kite. Well, Kite, you answered 'Virgin Constraints' and 'Fortune Ambiguity'. This is correct. So why did the goddess make this constraint? In fact, it is still under discussion, even within the Pontifical Agency of the Holy See. If shelter comes down whoever holds it, women get mundane. What happens to families that aren't financially able to raise their children any more if they're not lucky and they're definitely going to get pregnant? and other debates. Kate, your answer was somewhat radical, but faith and blind faith are different. A calm perspective on the protection of the Goddess is necessary for the Holy Knight and heroes. For each of you, think about the reasons for this constraint. So that's it for today's class."

As class was over and cleaning up, Sister Maria called out.

"Mr. Kite. Can you come to the church after school?

"Huh."

When I understood, I was chilled from the surroundings. Stefan looks worried and says.

"Kate, I knew it was that statement. That doesn't taste good. To speak ill of the goddess Wellos is a taboo in the kingdom. Aren't you supposed to get attention from your teacher after school?

As far as I'm concerned, I was rather excited to be able to meet a beautiful nun in the church.

"Criticism of the goddess Wellos is viewed as problematic. You should know about this. Anyway, if you're alone, don't say something like that publicly in class, be careful in the future."

"Understood."

As Stefan said, I was pissed off by Sister Maria. There is only one person in the Church. In front of the altar where the statue of the goddess Wellos was placed, Sister had only slightly rugged her soft brow. Yikes! I want to dye this face with joy, even though it pisses me off.

"You don't look like you. Is there anything wrong with you and the Dean of the Academy making such reckless remarks?

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Draw scenarios in an instant. Yeah. I can use this. They accepted that you mistook my sinister thoughts, that you had serious problems. Sister puts her face closer.

"I am an Orthodox nun. If you have a hard problem, please tell me. There's nobody here. I'll keep secrets, and I'm sure I can help."

"But this is the troubles of the man."

"Then it's a shame. The teachings of the goddess Wellos preached the 'affection' that men and women should support each other. I've heard of your troubles before. My lords sometimes face the problem of not functioning at all. If it's okay with me, I can help."

All right! I got a pledge! Later, in disintegration, the ripe twilight of a devout nun (Sister)

"Actually, it's the exact opposite. I'm too functional."

"What?"

Sister Maria became the face of not knowing what she was talking about. My face, well, it must have looked like a beast.

"This is my lord."

Sister Maria kneels before me sitting in the front row of the church (...). One of our pride pieces had already appeared from the groin. None of the common men with weak libido sisters these kinds of favors. Instead, they're more overwhelming with the worry that they're no longer having an affair.

"Come on, with Sister's mouth."

"Ko, this is also at my service. But I can't believe you're too strong."

Saying so, he grips with his thin fingers, opens his mouth and tongues out. I reluctantly lick it.

"Sister, this is your first time, right? What do you see in a man?"

"is, for the first time. Known by knowledge, it's hard, it's hot, it's like this."

Even a devout nun who forsakes the protection of the goddess, protects the virgin, and serves God, she still has a young, ripe flesh. It is extraordinarily easy to have an affair compared to a stallion. Under black monastic clothing, I'm sure it's starting to get wet. As they say, Maria opened her mouth and began to lift her head up and down.

Sister, don't get your teeth up.

Maria nods and moves her head carelessly. From time to time, let your mouth go and lick it. When licking, look up and stare at each other.

"What do you say? What about your first stallion?

"I can smell it all over your stomach. I can't cut it."

I dyed my face to Zhu and am totally in love. I'll swallow it again. The door of the church was knocked when I was about to burst out into my mouth like this.

"Doctor, I'd like to ask you something, would you mind?

(Shh! Well, you're not getting "Goddess Luck" down because you're not connected!

I rushed down to my seat and hid. As Maria wiped her mouth and stood up, it looks like just a few students came in.

"Doctor, what's wrong?

"No, it was a little dusty, so by the way, what's the question?

Maria walked up to the students, looking the same as usual. Was it roughly sufficient? The students left and the door closed. Maria sighed furiously. Back to the front row, he bowed his head to me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kite. That's all for today."

"Oh, my God, no."

Maria was completely cold. I dropped my shoulder in dismay and had to snort. It is a state of total biocide. I said I wasn't going to sleep tonight, and I was ready.

While there are one hundred and fifty Holy Knight (Paladin) candidates, there are only fifty Hero (Chevalier) candidates. This reality was serious for the Cadets of the Holy Knight. They are those who were baptized by the Welos Orthodox Church at the beginning of secondary education at the age of thirteen and whose temporal patronage of the Goddess was expressed. It was seen as a strong connection with the goddess, and it was stipulated that he would continue on the path of the Cadet of the Holy Knight. But there are only fifty more heroes (men) to be partners with, and fifty more to be knights after graduation. There is little competition among the hero candidates. You can be a hero even if you keep your mouth shut.

But the Cadets of the Holy Knight are not. Two years after admission to the college, a ceremony will be held to select a partner, where he will dedicate his virgin to the other. If no partner can be found there, he or she must move on to an officer training course or a bureaucratic training course or leave school. While being a candidate for the Holy Knight, tuition is also free, in the event of a change of course, tuition must be paid. For this reason, in many cases, he is expelled at a stage when he finds out that he cannot be a holy knight.

"By the" Awakening Rite, "which is at the end of the second grade, we must find a hero who will nominate himself as the Holy Knight." This isn't a whorehouse, "I said," but the truth is, it's similar. "

Sophia was so foolish, she sipped tea. Elfina nods too. No heart or dark expression. The Royal Knights College hero candidates have a strong libido when compared to average men. Still, when compared to the women, they have quite a few episodes.

"In that health and physical education class, you almost got a hero candidate rating. Mr. Kate is, well, naturally, Mr. Carlos and Mr. Stefan. The teacher also said these three could do it as heroes."

"Carlos Rodriguez and Stefan Lansberg? Competition over these two will be fierce. Kite's a little too heterogeneous."

"Mr. Kite, too. I wish I didn't have those eyes."

The two sighed heavily. I was listening on the side.

Claire Jilfeed's patronage of the goddess disappeared in roughly a week. Now the intensity of protection in case of intercourse with me is almost revealed.

"So, but I don't know yet. Is it just one week of intercourse or one night of intercourse?"

"What do you mean?

Poke Claire with bread from behind. He strokes his rounded soft bright white ass, turning his hand around and squeezing it up against the rich chest that sways back and forth. When I stopped my hips from moving after a while to taste it, Claire continued to explain.

"Ha-ha-ha. That, normal man, ends in one go. I've never even heard of people who have sex twice or three times in one night."

"Hmm. So was Claire's former (...) pawn owner. You shriveled right away in just one go. So, as for Claire, who do you prefer, me or the former pavilion owner?

"Huh? Well, that's..."

"Tell me or I won't move you, okay?

Claire shook her head and was horny.

"Ahhh! Kite, hey! Kite, you're better than anothers! You're stronger, stronger and more comfortable than her husband!

I moved my hips, intoxicated by the sense of conquest. Turn your left hand and stroke Claire's lower abdomen.

"I'm going to tap Claire's baby bag!

I poured in reluctantly, listening to the whining.

The Royal Knights College is dormitory-wide, but has two days off a week. To rest the flesh and restore strength, but most college students go out and shop in the Wang capital. Minimum necessities are also available within the college, but preferences such as personal clothing and tea must be bought in Wangdu stores. But I was coming to Wangdu for a different purpose.

"Is this the whorehouse?"

The day after I held Claire, I visited a place I had stepped into from downtown Wangdu. It is a "male whorehouse" attended by aristocrats and upper class "women". Whereas a man only has an affair once or twice a month, a woman has an affair in various contexts. Seeing sweat floating on the chest plate of naked men working in the building site can be tantalizing. But husbands and lovers are often unable to respond to the desires of such women. For this reason, these "male whorehouses" are always found in cities of a certain size.

"Well, look forward to the good fortune of the goddess."

Once inside the building, it smelled strange. It burns incense. Two middle-aged women with thick arms, stood. When you look at my face, you smile gently.

"Oh? Boy, didn't you go in the wrong store?

"No, this is a whorehouse to buy men, right? You can't go wrong."

"Heh, does that mean you want to be a boy or a whore (...)? You look pretty young from what I've seen, though?

They observe my whole body like a lick. I see. I do feel bad about this. I'll weigh myself in college, too. Somewhat.

"My name is Kite. Almost sixteen. I want to talk to the person in charge."

"Go home, boy. I don't know what's going on, but it's not the kind of place a kid would come."

The middle-aged woman grabs the hand she's been reaching for and stares at it. At that time, I heard ya from the back.

"Wait. Take her back."

"Mr. Nadine, but..."

A woman named Nadine showed up. He looked more beautiful than beautiful. Is it thirty directions ago? She has soft eyes and a gentle face. I felt like being wrapped up in my mother. Is it because of the tap and the fruitful chest? Nadine smiled when she noticed my gaze.

"You seem to have qualities to turn such a gaze on me. Lotte, get that kid inside. I'll listen to you."

A middle-aged woman named Lotte nodded at me.