Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

The priest was cold.

A faint, never-before-smelled fragrance floated around the clean and fair body.

Jiang Chi discovered this when the priest approached him.

"You have his imprint on you." The young priest who called himself Ilya finished his evening prayers with his silver moon-like eyes lowered, and then came to take care of the boy sitting alone on the bench.

He didn't seem to care about why the oriental man, who was obviously a boy, was wearing an extremely gorgeous long dress for women, and his icy white fingers with an unknown chill pushed back the layers of skirt veils as if nothing was there.

Jiang Chi held him down just as his hand was about to touch his lower abdomen.

He obviously couldn't figure out why these people liked to lift his skirt with their hands. His thick eyelashes trembled in a panic, and he pursed his red lips from being kissed.

"I……"

Jiang Chi hadn't noticed that there was an inexplicable and weird mark on his lower abdomen, he just didn't like it intuitively.Even though the clothes are well-dressed, there is always a feeling of being naked in front of these people, with nowhere to hide.

Even in the human world, casually picking up other people's skirts is a bad act of hooliganism, right?

The emotionless silver light in Father Ilya's eyes seemed to become a little brighter.

Jiang Chi was a little afraid of him, thinking that he still asked this person for help, he lowered the corners of his eyes a little wearily, the soft flesh on his cheeks swelled slightly, thinking that the priest was just trying to help him out of kindness, and even honestly Apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"I'm just a little scared."

What are you afraid of?

Jiang Chi couldn't explain clearly.

Perhaps it comes from the little fox's keen instinct for potential danger.

The priest looked at him quietly, the silver light of the cold moon sprinkled on the man's handsome face, like a son of God bathed in the blessing of believers and baptized by the holy light.

God’s words, how could there be such dirty thoughts?

Jiang Chi flinched, and slowly unfolded his body in panic under the man's cool gaze.

Like a shy flower, slowly blooming soft and beautiful petals.

"Good boy."

Jiang Chi wasn't sure if Ilya was smiling, he was too cold, and even a smile was more like Jiang Chi's own illusion.

The man took the boy's hand.

Jiang Chi felt embarrassed.

The man looked very clean, and there was not a speck of mud on the black priest's robe, making his skin white and glowing.

Less like a living person, more like a cold statue.

When Jiang Chi was pressed in the black mist just now, his palms were dirty from rubbing against the brick wall. In fact, his whole body is dirty now, and he looks tired and pitiful.

A dirty little stray cat who has just been wronged.

The kind-hearted priest Ilya took the boy's soft palm, not caring whether it was stained with other people's marks or not.

It can be washed off anyway, can't it?

Jiang Chi trembled, and let the man take off the layers of long skirts on his body.

The crumpled snow-colored skirt embroidered with vines and flower branches meanders and falls to the ground, like the quiet moonlight flowing all over the ground.

Jiang Chi occasionally raised his eyes to look at the brilliant murals on the dome, and the glass windows that were especially clear under the moonlight, always feeling ashamed that countless gods and angels were watching his absurd actions.

Even his eyelids were shamelessly red, and he reached out tremblingly to hold the man's finger that peeled off the last layer of his inner skirt: "Father Ilya, do we really... want to be here?"

I don't know why, it looks really weird.

However, the priest's incomparably holy eyes made Jiang Chi suspect that he was thinking too much, so he could only honestly listen to the priest's words that all this was to get rid of the impurity on him.

Jiang Chi nodded half-understood, and vaguely remembered that this happened in Western exorcism movies, and no matter how babbling, he would cause trouble for others.

He asked the system: "What is this demon imprint?"

The system frantically flipped through the thick and tattered ghost illustration book, turned to the western category and studied it carefully for a while before saying: "Humans who receive the imprint of demons will transform into different demons according to the different patterns."

"The pattern on your body, after identification, will become a succubus. It's the kind with horns on the head and a tail."

"If you are transformed successfully, you can only stay in this world."

The little Jiang in the sea of ​​consciousness shook the ears on his head and said hesitantly: "But if I grow horns, I already have ears on my head, so there is no place to grow them?"

"It doesn't seem very beautiful to have two tails."

System: "...is this the point?"

"The point is..." Jiang Chi glared at the ghost book in the system's hands, "What does this mean? You are too upright, don't hide it, you are actually a novice, right?"

But anyway, after learning what this so-called devil's imprint was, Jiang Chi really panicked. In order to wash away the imprint and clean up the so-called unclean air, he could only bite the long hair with his mouth ignorantly. Long inner skirt, took the initiative to lift the skirt to show the priest.

He himself couldn't see the belly covered by the skirt.

Because of shame, he wished he could close his eyes directly.

This beautiful, innocent stranger, looks extremely slender, and when he is hugged in his arms, he is so light that one wonders whether he is hugging a thin leaf or a flower on a branch.

But the warm and soft lower abdomen that rises and falls slightly with the breath is not the terrifying haggard with distinct ribs as imagined by others, it is cold jade with warm tentacles, and it is also like fresh cream with milk froth.

Now this pure and flawless soft white belly is being engraved with purple lines belonging to the devil, and the two mating snakes are clearly and viciously showing the priest their extreme beauty and debauchery.

Feeling the man's gaze, she even exuded a light purple light seductively.

The young man's face was covered with a rose-like color, and tears dripped from his azure blue eyes, as if he was about to shed tears at any time because of his sense of shame.

The saliva slowly soaked the corner of the skirt, making the original light-colored pattern even more gorgeous.

If no one finds out, the boy may become even more confusing due to the accumulated mutations.Demonic scarlet horns will grow from the top of his hair, and a long, slender tail that sways lively and seductively will grow from the tail vertebrae.

His beautiful blue eyes will turn into a rich red like a sea of ​​blood, and the intricate purple lines will become brighter and more attractive under the nourishment of various prey.

He will completely become a succubus born by absorbing human desires.

But it's a pity that this little guy who has just been imprinted by the succubus met the Son of God bestowed by heaven.

This is doomed that the plan of the devil who has never met will come to naught.

The cool liquid in the silver bottle dripped from his undulating soft chest to Jiang Chi's soft white belly. Every part of his body was exquisite, and the eccentric creator seemed to have bestowed all perfect things on this poor boy .

Jiang Chi tried his best not to shiver, but it was too cold.

His eyes were clouded with tears, and he groaned in a daze.

"It's cold." Jiang Chi shivered a little, but unfortunately he was biting the hem of his skirt, he couldn't make a clearer request, he could only look at the priest imploringly with his tearful blue eyes.

"Good boy, you'll be fine soon."

He is obviously a priest, but when he is coaxing ignorant teenagers, he is like a liar with smooth words.

Jiang Chi himself didn't want to, but this body is really squeamish, with tears in his eyes and red eye corners when his skin is scratched, not to mention that he opened his skirt so naked to accept the baptism of holy water.

For some reason, Ilya was more upset seeing this imprint than seeing other unlucky people being possessed by demons.

When he saw the imprint shimmering and even attempted to resist the baptism with holy water, Father Ilya was unusually angry.

The cold fingers completely tore off the stockings that wrapped the calves, the priest's long hair fell on the boy's sensitive legs, and the ends of the hair brushed the delicate pink flesh intentionally or unintentionally.

Jiang Chi thought this posture was weird.

It's so strange that people can't tell.

The man half-kneeled in front of the young man, the tip of his drooping nose only needs to be lowered a little bit to touch the young man's lower abdomen which rises and falls slightly with his breathing.The holy water and the purple light meander in the soft hills, and a little further down is...

The priest paused, looking very upright at the trembling foreign boy.

"Sorry." The priest said this, which amplified Jiang Chi's already uneasy premonition.

"What are you going to do?" He opened his mouth subconsciously, and then the corner of the skirt that he was holding in his mouth fell out, and a piece of the wide skirt just covered his head and covered the head of the priest who was helping him.

This time it looked more like...he had let the priest up his skirt.

Jiang Chi blushed like a rose in full bloom, frantically trying to lift up the skirt: "Yes, I'm sorry." He wanted to hold the skirt without tears, but both hands were held down by the priest.

Their young, holy Father Ilya just kissed the weird pattern on the boy's belly under the skirt soaked in fragrance.

The gorgeous snake seemed to come to life, hissing and threatening the man.

Jiang Chi's whole body was as red as his face now.

"System," he looked like he was about to cry, and it seemed that he couldn't bear the weird numbness that spread from his lower abdomen to his five senses, and even his brain was slightly dizzy from the burning.

He felt as if he was immersed in a mass of sea water warmed by the sun, or as if he was floating on a cloud high in the sky.

The soul comes out of the body with the charming fragrance in the room.

As long as he raised his eyes, he could see the compassionate eyes of the Virgin and the innocent smiles of the angels.

But now, they are doing such blatant things in the name of the purity of God.

Jiang Chi couldn't even speak clearly, maybe it was because of the succubus imprint, his hands and feet were soft, and one foot was still stepping on the priest's broad shoulder unconsciously, the arch of his foot was bent into a crescent moon .

The marks on the lower abdomen became frighteningly hot with the man's movements.

His eyes were full of confusion, and his eyelashes were stained with bright tears.

"Clean the imprint, do you still stick out your tongue?"