006、Breast (lower)

  006、Breast (lower)

  That night, Amun didn't sleep well again. As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed like Maria's eyes appeared before him. All sorts of distracting thoughts flooded in, and no matter how hard he tried not to think about them, he couldn't help but recall them. Under her gaze, he felt himself becoming soft, yet his body stiffened with desire. Usually when his emotions were in turmoil, he would go bathe in the cold spring, but now he couldn't help but wonder - did that cold spring have some other strange effect? Was it the piercing chill that had changed him like this?

  Amon still didn't understand many things. The emotions of a young man were quietly stirring like this. He also didn't know that Maria's mood at the moment was even more complicated than his.

  Mary was not sleeping, but praying towards the tear of the gods in a unique way taught by Gabriel, awakening the power given by God. More smoothly than Gabriel had anticipated, she succeeded and felt as if she could use an intangible power surrounding her, or perhaps energy or ability?

  But at the same time, various chaotic desires lurking deep in her soul seemed to be awakened and amplified, impacting her heart, recalling many things she thought had been ignored and abandoned wishes.

  Maria had no doubts about her devotion to the goddess Isis, but her life was not a blank slate apart from that; she was also a beloved noble girl. Maria is sixteen years old this year, and her grandfather was a merchant in Cape City who was awarded for organizing fleets to follow the army of Egur and provide logistical supplies, becoming a nobleman.

  The Maria family was not very high in the aristocracy of Cape Town, but they were very wealthy. After his grandfather's death, his father inherited the business and continued to trade as the mainstay, but he was not as successful as his grandfather. What made his father most proud was that he had a daughter named Aiko-Maria, who at the age of 14 accompanied her father to the temple in Cape Town, where people said she was the most beautiful girl in Cape Town.

  Half a year ago, Maria's family fleet encountered a storm at sea, suffering heavy losses and urgently needing a large sum of money to make up for the loss. Her father borrowed money from one of his grandfather's friends in Cape Town, who was both influential and wealthy. However, this noble gentleman proposed a condition: he wanted to marry Maria, and if her father wanted to keep the family business intact, he had to agree.

  It was very fortunate that a visiting king from the United Kingdom of Barren also met Maria at a temple gathering and directly proposed to marry her as his queen, sending documents to Lord Rodick, which could not be refused.

  Maria's father didn't know what to do, just then the news of the selection of the sacred maiden at the Temple of Isis came, he went to ask Lord Rodick to let Aria Maria also participate in the selection. In the local temple, the priests thought Maria was qualified and became a candidate for the sacred maiden, temporarily solving the trouble. But Maria had to become the real sacred maiden to finally solve all the troubles.

  She was devoted to the goddess Isis, but whether her wish to become a holy maiden still contained any selfishness, even Maria herself couldn't say clearly, and no one else could either!

  Having obtained the tears of the gods, Maria finally put her mind at ease, and all the troubles of her family were expected to be resolved. Especially after initially mastering the divine technique, there was an unparalleled sense of relaxation, and at the same time, many desires were also awakened.

  Becoming a Vestal Virgin of the goddess Isis means she will lead a life that is both elevated and isolated from worldly things. Every action, every word, even every glance must conform to the dignity of a Vestal, she will never be able to have physical contact with any adult male, the objects she uses are subject to special regulations and requirements, etc., which somewhat goes against the nature of an adolescent girl.

  Maria had also read various stories on the papyrus poems, those thrilling wars and romantic sentiments, and had once had all sorts of fantasies about her own future, but after she made up her mind to become a saint, dedicating everything to the great goddess Isis, these wishes had to be abandoned, including worldly desires.

  But now Mary felt a great deal of discomfort, from her body to her soul filled with an indescribable feeling. Gabriel had told her that this was the trial of God she must face, and as the power given by the Holy Spirit awakened at the same time, it was impossible to suppress them from appearing by willpower alone, but only to face them with a pure heart, not being swayed by them.

  Maria can do it, Gabriel is deeply convinced of this, but she seems to have encountered a small challenge. When they had dinner today, she and Amun spoke to each other as if they were provoking each other, staring at each other, and didn't know what they wanted to conquer. Although Amun was just the son of a miner, Maria was very curious about him, even with wonderful fantasies.

  It was Amun who extracted the Tears of the Gods, he was a young man blessed by the goddess Isis, and only then could he welcome the arrival of the Tears of the Gods. But what happened in the town square that day Maria also heard, Amun almost had his finger cut off just because he extracted the Tears of the Gods.

  The crowd thus debated, confirming that he had received the blessing of Mugen's goddess, a situation that had not occurred in the town for 100 years. What kind of young man could receive the favor of two completely different gods at the same time, creating a rare encounter that had not been seen in 100 years, receiving the blessing of Mugen's goddess, yet excavating the tears of the gods given by Isis?

  This is a miracle, this is a legend! Maria has been through the story of miracles and legends, but she has never experienced it personally. She can't help but look for the shadow of the story on Amun's body. Although Amun is still young and handsome, he always carries an expression of stubbornness and composure. In fact, Maria likes to watch him very much, but she can't say clearly why she likes him.

  Yesterday night, when Armand picked up the cat, Maria could feel his gaze falling on her chest, as if it had a tangible caressing power. Was that an illusion? But Maria felt as though her body was being scorched by his gaze, and the inexplicable disturbance to her soul was magnified, making her almost unable to bear trembling.

  At a different time, Maria might not have reacted this way, but she was just stepping over the threshold of mastering divine magic and accepting the legendary trial of God. In fact, the real trial was her own desires and wishes that she had to abandon.

  Mary was well aware that after leaving Duktown, she would bid farewell to this young man forever, which also meant bidding farewell to her worldly life in her girlhood. This was a symbol, and she firmly believed it should be so, yet there was a sense of regret simmering in her heart.

  As she prayed to the tears of the gods, the pale golden divine stone emitted a faint halo towards her, and her surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a sacred light. This indicated that Maria had begun to awaken the power granted by the divine spirit, but at the same time, she felt as if the radiance of the divine stone had turned into Amun's gaze, burning her chest and body, unsure whether it was comfortable or unbearable, with an uncontrollable dizziness.

  ……

  On the third day, at breakfast, lunch and dinner, Amun stood by. When Maria spoke to him, he also met Maria's gaze, and found that once their eyes were in contact for a long time, Maria's breathing was a bit disordered, her face turned red, as if she was uncomfortable, was she sick?

  After dinner, Maria prayed again. She said to Ammon: "I want to wash my face, please bring water to my room, the water should be cold, not hot."

  Maria had been using warm water for the past few days, but today she specifically asked for cold water, which made Amun feel a bit strange. He carried the heavy basin of water into Maria's room and set it down. Normally, when Maria washed her hair, the maid would attend to her, but now she was alone, and Amun also had to stand at the stairway entrance to avoid being seen.

  "Miss Maria, are you feeling unwell? Should I inform Lord Gabriel?" Ahmon put down the water basin and was supposed to leave, but instead asked a question. He had endured for two days but couldn't bear it any longer, as he felt that Maria's exhaled breath seemed very hot.

  Amon, who never spoke up on his own initiative, suddenly spoke out, and Maria seemed to be startled as well. Her shoulders suddenly trembled slightly, there was no wind, but the door closed silently, as if pushed by an invisible force.

  Amon should have turned around and walked out the door, but his body stood there motionless. Then he felt himself being pulled by an invisible force. The next memory had a brief blank, so that for a very long time Amon couldn't remember what happened at that time.

  When he could recall clearly, he was already standing in front of Maria, so close that he was almost in her arms, or rather, he had embraced her. His left hand was around her waist and his right hand was on her chest. Her breath seemed to be scorching him, while his gaze also seemed to be scorching her. His hands were on her soft breasts, feeling as if the whole person had been softened, just like being scorched by something hot.

  The atmosphere surrounding the two seemed to have softened and thickened, as if they were absorbing each other. She was so fragile, her body trembling uncontrollably in his hands. Amun's right hand quietly exerted force, grasping her breast through her clothes, his palm feeling the enticing bulge beneath the fabric. The girl's breasts were not exaggerated, and Amun's spread fingers could just cover them completely.

  Their hearts were racing, their noses were filled with the sound of heavy breathing, Amun's hand was stuck to her chest, trying to slip under the obstructing fabric from the neckline, and grasp her entire bosom in his hand, it was so enticing, as if filled with the sweetest temptation in this world.

  As he did this, Maria happened to be looking at him with a pained and bewildered expression, her lips slightly parted. Armand had forgotten to think, bringing his breath closer, trying to kiss her. Just as the two mouths were about to touch but hadn't yet, Maria's body shook even more violently, suddenly stretching out her hand to push him away.

  Her hand was so weak and powerless, it seemed impossible to push away the sturdy Amun, but Amun flew backward. That invisible force appeared again, and Amun, who was somewhat confused, had no way to resist, he fell to the ground, and the door behind him opened silently, everything happened so suddenly and inexplicably!

  "I didn't think, I really didn't think! Sorry, it's all my fault!……Amon, you must be sent by the goddess Isis to test me……" Maria saw Amon fall heavily and wanted to reach out to help him up, but her movement stopped halfway. Her face, which had been burning with fire just now, turned pale in an instant as she spoke.

  "What's going on here?" a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

  Amon turned around and saw that Gabriel was already standing at the door. She came so quickly, quickly enough that nothing could have happened even if it were going to happen in the first place.

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