Desecration

  This was a dilapidated warehouse, Du Fan had searched for a long time before finding such an inconspicuous place. He held Tasia, who was still unconscious, in one hand and waved his magic wand with the other, clearing out a clean corner of the warehouse with several gusts of wind and small fireballs.

  He quickly ran over, gently putting Tasia down, hesitated for a moment, and then drew a few strokes on the ground with his magic wand, fished out several magic stones and threw them away, and an exquisite magic array appeared.

  After all this, Du Fan slowly took off his upper garment. The solidified blood clots made him feel a sharp pain as he was taking off his clothes. After finally removing the upper garment, he bled again all over his body.

  Du Fan trembled as he took out a bottle from the storage ring, looked at Tasia who was as gentle as a wandering cloud, then looked at himself and couldn't help but sigh, saying in a low voice: "Forget it... let's just say I owed her from my past life..."

  As he spoke, Du Fan waved his hand and several small fireballs appeared at his fingertips. He closed his eyes and reached back towards his own back, and after a moment, a pungent smell of burning wafted over.

  Du Fan clenched his teeth and didn't let himself hum, it was only after he had roasted all the wounds on his back that he finally stopped, cold sweat had already broken out all over his body.

  He pulled out a Taoist robe from the storage ring and put it on. After that, his eyes fell on Tasia again.

  Tasia lay quietly, unlike the coldness she thought, although her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but her face seemed to have a few happy smiles. Her soft long hair was scattered, and several strands of hair were stuck to her face with sweat, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

  Her mouth corners were slightly raised, her pale and bloodless lips slightly parted, but this did not detract from her stunning beauty, instead causing Du Fan's breathing to quicken imperceptibly.

  Du Fan looked for a moment, couldn't help but slap himself and scolded: "Damn it, I'm not a young master who has never seen a woman in my life, what's the point of staring at this dead woman?"

  But as he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Tasia's chest, where a small hill rose.

  With a gulp, Du Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt his whole body burning with heat, and an inexplicable feeling of restlessness, as if he couldn't calm down unless he did something.

  "I just wanted to help her heal... heal..."

  Du Fan muttered to himself for a few sentences, and he found such a righteous excuse for himself. However, for the time being, he still didn't dare do anything more. After a while, his courage finally grew bigger.

  Du Fan first shouted a few tentative calls, then reached out and stroked Tasya's face a few times. Seeing that she still had no reaction, he let out a sigh of relief.

  At this moment, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried, his heart was in extreme conflict. After a while, he began to slowly probe with his spiritual power.

  Tasya's spiritual power was extremely depleted, but it was enough to stabilize her, indicating that although she wasn't seriously injured, she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

  Du Fan finally put his mind at ease, he placed the cheap medicine in his hand to one side, and gently lifted Tasia's chin with his hand, carefully admiring this face that he normally didn't dare to look at for too long. The beauty of her features was so extreme that it made Du Fan's heart chaotic. At this moment, if Tasia had let out a soft hum, this evil priest would have immediately shouted and fled in terror.

  "But to be honest, this woman is really beautiful, her skin, her face, her features, are all so delicate!! The little maid at home can't even compare to her. A woman like this becoming a nun is such a waste, no wonder all the men in the capital are going crazy for her."

  Du Fan muttered to himself, his fingers lightly tracing over Tasia's skin, a cool and smooth sensation causing his heart to beat faster, almost shouting out.

  Finally, Du Fan's hand slid down Tasya's swan-like neck and landed on her shoulder. He stroked her collarbone with his fingers, let out a soft sigh, and then couldn't help but lean in closer. He didn't dare to kiss Tasya's pale lips, so the kiss mark was left on her neck instead.

  A few tiny red grains on her fair skin, like a delicate and beautiful plum blossom.

  Du Fan gazed at the kiss mark and let out a light sigh, and his heart couldn't help but feel a bit strange: if this holy and noble nun still had this kiss mark when she stood on the altar praying for her followers, what an evil scene it would be?

  As he thought about it, Du Fan easily helped Tasya up, and lifted her right hand to take a look.

  Tasya's fingers were long and clean, her nails neatly trimmed, cool to the touch, soft as if boneless. Du Fan couldn't help but stroke them a few more times before withdrawing his hand, gazing at Tasya's chest where a stunning swell rose, muttering to himself, "I just wanted to help her heal, if that wound isn't treated, wouldn't everything we did before be in vain?"

  Du Fan took a deep breath, silently cursed a few profanities, and finally reached his hand to Tasia's chest.

  He carefully avoided touching the bulging hills, and instead his fingertips danced on Tasia's chest, tapping a few times, and the loose robe was taken off by him.

  Underneath the Taoist robe is a deep black bodice with several small and delicate orchids embroidered on it.

  Du Fan secretly smiled to himself, this Tasia usually looked as cold as ice and frost, but unexpectedly had such a feminine side, it seemed that any woman was the same, this love for beauty was their nature, and couldn't be stopped.

  Du Fan shook his head, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Tasuya, Tasuya, why are you so unloving? A good nun, why wear such revealing clothes, this will desecrate the gods, let me help you take it off."

  After saying this, Du Fan suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his heart. Originally, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but now that he thought it through, he knew his behavior was normal. He wasn't taking advantage of someone! He was helping to heal someone! He was helping a nun who had unintentionally desecrated the gods! In this entire continent, which white-robed priest was like him, thinking about saving lost lambs at a time like this?

  The more Du Fan thought about it, the more he felt his own greatness, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his heart. However, when he actually did all of this, his forehead was already drenched with cold sweat.

  What if Tasya suddenly wakes up? Even with a hundred mouths, I wouldn't be able to explain it!

  He hesitated for a moment, then Du Fan couldn't bear it anymore. He bit his lower lip and with a sudden burst of strength, the black tank top was pulled to one side. Instantly, his breathing and heartbeat almost came to a standstill at the same time.

  A vast expanse of snow-white skin** In the air, Du Fan's eyes were dazzled, he calmed down, his gaze fell on the raised hill, and on top of the hill, those two shocking pink cherry blossoms, he only felt that a certain part of his body had completely swollen up.

  Taking a deep breath, Du Fan's gaze fell on the slender waist that was just right for one to grasp, his fingers couldn't help but brush against the small belly's rounded depression, Du Fan felt as if he was in a dream, almost unable to wake up.

  Finally, Du Fan's gaze returned, and he looked again at the hill that seemed to have an eerie glow. His own breathing had become loud enough to be startling.

  He suppressed his trembling, and his hands slowly stretched out, finally landing on the small hill. The pink cherry in his palm rubbed against him, Du Fan's hand couldn't help but use a little force, that icy numbness made his eyes start to blur.

  Du Fan couldn't help but start to fear that all of this was just a dream, a heart-pounding and thrilling dream. He feared that he would wake up from it, and then never be able to get it again!

  I don't want it! I don't want it!

  I want! I want!

  In the end, even he himself didn't know whether he wanted it or not...

  Du Fan was frantically shouting in his heart, and his eyes almost turned red.

  He was never a decent person, and over the years, he had done everything for his own purposes. He suddenly grabbed the hem of Tasya's skirt and lifted it up, her long legs making him even more excited, his trembling fingers reaching out to grab the last piece of fabric covering Tasya's body...

  But at this moment, Tasia, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly let out a pained moan.

  Du Fan's whole body shook, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He retreated at a speed he had never experienced before, not even having time to tidy up Tasia's clothes.

  After escaping for dozens of meters, Du Fan finally stopped and knelt on the ground. His strong spiritual power slightly probed out, and it wasn't until a moment later that he was certain Tasia hadn't woken up at all.

  He silently cursed himself a few times for being useless, then his figure quickly floated back.

  The Tasia in front of him was still stunningly beautiful, but Du Fan had just been scared out of his wits and didn't have the mood for it anymore. He absent-mindedly glanced at Tasia's half-naked body, and this time his gaze finally fell on the small wound under her right breast.