The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

And Orina was the first one he bound to.

At first, Ryan didn't think much of it. He figured it was all in a dream anyway, and his cheat ability would erase the other person's memory after he woke up, so he acted quite recklessly.

All the fancy tricks I learned online before transmigrating were performed in my dream.

However, the cheat only erased the memory; the pleasure etched into the body remained perfectly preserved. Thus, the aloof high priest's gaze towards him grew increasingly strange each day.

Actually, if Ryan had stopped back then, things might not be like this today.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

Finally, one day, the high priest could no longer control himself and led a bewildered Ryan to a corner of the garden...

When the dream and reality perfectly overlapped, the impact on Orina was unparalleled.

From then on, Orina was like a flood that had burst its banks, unstoppable.

As for Ryan, he toils tirelessly during the day and then works as a laborer in his dreams at night.

Ryan was suffering, but he had no choice but to endure it.

Of course, there was a good side as well. With the help of Orina, Ryan reached a level that ordinary people could not achieve in a lifetime in just one year, and possessed five light attribute magic circuits.

only......

Ryan touched his increasingly gaunt face and his aching lower back.

Isn't this price a bit too high?

Chapter Two: I can't stay in this place for even a day longer.

Today is the day of Holy Scripture.

The so-called "holy ceremony" is, to put it simply, the opening ceremony of a school.

The Bysma Church is the only religion on the continent of Tyrande and a neutral force independent of the four great empires.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, the Church's enduring power for centuries is partly due to its faith. However, the most important reason is its research in magic.

It can be said that the Church of Bysma is the magical authority on the continent.

To cultivate more magical talents and ensure the smooth continuation of human civilization, the Holy See provided technology and instructors, while the four great empires provided funding, thus establishing magic academies.

To ensure the absolute neutrality of the academy, the Vatican is responsible for its operation and management.

Every year, tens of thousands of students come here because of its reputation.

While continuously supplying magical talents to the four great empires, the Holy See also selects suitable individuals from the academies to join its ranks.

A complete win-win.

As one of the most outstanding young talents in the Papacy, Ryan was naturally a member of the mentor team.

early morning.

Ryan straightened his clothes in front of the mirror. He had recovered a lot of his energy from the past few days, but he still didn't look very energetic.

After leaving the room, Ryan ran into Tracy, who was also his mentor, in the hallway.

Tracy is a water-attribute mage, and like Ryan, she has five magic circuits.

The two had a good relationship and would drink together when they had time.

She possessed beauty in no way inferior to Orina's, with a voluptuous figure, long legs, and flawless silver-white hair. Her clothes were stretched high, making her extremely prominent. With each step she walked, she swayed, drawing all eyes.

Her hairstyle is also quite interesting. From the front, it's a neat princess cut, but if you go around to the back, you'll find that her long hair is braided and hangs down to her waist, swaying from side to side with her steps.

Most importantly, although both are members of the Papacy, Tracy is a liberal, unlike the traditionalists represented by Olena.

To put it bluntly, I came to the Vatican just to make a living; I'm not going to be a servant of God.

Whether I want to date or do anything else is my own business, and nobody can interfere.

Today, Tracy wore a rather daring purple dress, with ultra-thin black stockings encasing her slender legs, which were firm and elastic, leaving much to the imagination.

Especially the round and plump calves, which make people want to pinch them.

Upon seeing Ryan, Tracy patted him affectionately on the back.

“Young man, you look rather listless.” Tracy and Ryan were standing very close together. “After the ceremony, how about I treat you to some drinks to help you relax?”

Ryan rubbed his aching lower back, shook his head with a wry smile.

"Never mind, I just want to go back to sleep."

Tracy pouted in dissatisfaction: "You're so young, yet you talk like an old man. It's so boring."

"Ha, you don't know anything. I'm just maintaining my health."

Tracy chuckled, "Young man, let me tell you, drinking is actually the best way to stay healthy. Come on~ have a drink with me, it won't hurt!"

"It's no fun drinking alone."

Ryan ignored her.

This woman always talked about drinking, but she couldn't hold her liquor very well. Every time they drank, Ryan would carry her home, completely drunk.

What's worse, Ryan always has to pay for the drinks when he gets drunk.

The next day, when Ryan went to collect the money, Tracy actually tried to pay him back with her worn stockings.

"Do you know how many people in the Vatican have a crush on me? Just look at these stockings, so many people want them but don't even have the chance!"

Thanks to her thick skin, which was as thick as a city wall, Ryan's house had more than a dozen pairs of stockings that Tracy had worn.

Black, white, purple, and even fishing nets...

I really don't know where this woman got so many stockings, and none of them were the same.

Seeing that Ryan was ignoring her, Tracy circled around him like a little bee, chattering incessantly.

It seems she won't give up until she gets Ryan out for drinks.

Just then, Tracy noticed several faint red marks on Ryan's neck, as if he had been bitten.

Although it was hidden by her collar, it still couldn't escape Tracy's eyes.

"Young man, are you hiding something from your sister?"

Ryan's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm: "Sister, you're joking. What secrets could I possibly have?"

Tracy squinted, leaned close to Ryan's neck, and sniffed.

"Hmm~ It smells like a lie~"

"Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend?"

Ryan couldn't help but marvel at how accurate a woman's intuition truly was.

But he couldn't very well say that the High Priest of the Papacy had secretly had a relationship with him, and more than once.

If that were really said, Tracy, being such a gossip, would have the entire Vatican talking about it by the next day. As an enforcer, Orina would most likely be fine, and the matter would probably be treated as mere rumor.

The only one who suffered was Ryan himself.

"I have no money or power, what silly girl would like me? Besides, the Vatican forbids romantic relationships."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tracy grabbed Ryan's arm, her soft, massive member pressing hard against his arm.

Damn it, my kidneys are hurting again.

"Young man, lies won't work on this sister~"

"You're definitely hiding something from me, and it's going to be a bombshell!"

"I'm not an outsider, I wouldn't possibly trick you. Here's the deal: if you just go out for a drink with me tonight, I'll keep this a secret, okay?"

Ryan tried to pull his hand out, but it didn't work; Tracy was pulling hard.

"Sister, if you really want to invite me for drinks, you should pay me back all the money you owe for the drinks before."

Tracy smiled and said, "That's easy. Just wait a moment."

After saying that, Tracy disappeared in a flash.

However, Tracy returned quickly, and the thin black stockings she had been wearing were gone.

Ryan had already anticipated what was going to happen and sighed.

Tracy looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped something into Ryan's pocket and whispered in his ear, "This is a special reward from your sister~ Don't tell anyone, okay?"

Tracy took two steps back and waved: "Remember to drink with me tonight~ Same place, waiting for you~"

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Ryan took the item out and looked at it, his face turning black with disbelief.

Sure enough, it was the black stockings she had just put on, and they were still warm.

Ryan really wanted to crack open Tracy's head to see what was inside that allowed her to have such a peculiar thought process.

Wearable stockings = reward = alcohol money?

Where does her confidence come from?

However, besides the black stockings, Ryan also noticed a small black object decorated with lace and a bow.

What the hell?

Ryan unfolded the little thing and saw that, good heavens, the person was almost gone.

"Holy crap! This isn't..."

Ryan was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

The fact that this thing is in my possession can only mean one thing.

That idiot Tracy...

Ryan couldn't help but rub his forehead, lamenting the twists and turns and disappointments of life.

"None of the women around me are normal!"

"She's either a pervert or a freak!"

"I can't stay in this place for even a day longer!"