Chapter 3

Jenna, fumbling from the loss of the cherished member, climbed onto the man’s body. She sat down without seeing where she was, which meant she ended up positioned behind his er*ect member.

The man, as if realizing she was clueless, sighed and lifted Jenna’s white body, repositioning her on his abdomen in front of his member.

Jenna had some awareness. This position required her to voluntarily embrace the man’s thick member with her body. While the Pleasure Palace courtesans might be good at this, Jenna was not.

“I can’t do it. Ugh.”

“Who said you had to be good at it? The ground is too rough to lay you down. Just get it in. I’ll handle the rest.”

She was wet below. From the moment he started fondling her br*asts, the moisture had begun to seep out, and when she kissed his member, it gushed out, scattering over Kendrick O’Jear’s groin.

Embarrassing as it was, that didn’t seem to be the important thing now. Jenna swallowed hard and lifted her hips, pushing the thick head of his member slightly into her narrow opening. Having done it once before, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. It seemed possible if she just pushed a little more.

But Kendrick O’Jear, apparently tired of waiting, suddenly thrust his hips upward. 

Crazy man! 

His hip strength was no joke. An immense pressure surged through her narrow opening.

“Ow! It hurts.”

She hadn’t intended to whine, but what could she do about the pain? It was surprising how the member that felt so lovable when touched could transform into such a hard weapon.

However, Kendrick O’Jear showed no mercy. His hip movements were an art. He gently rotated the half-inserted shaft, soothing her by caressing her br*asts and then suddenly thrusting in.

For a moment, it felt like her insides were being pierced. Instead of a sultry moan, a gasp of shock escaped her mouth.

Once he confirmed it was all the way in, the man became a stallion, riding with Jenna on his stomach. When Jenna whimpered, he lifted her body to suck on her br*asts hard and rubbed her waist to calm her, but he never stopped.

The sound of insects faded into the distance.

Ugh, ha, mm! Hmph! All the moans that existed in the world burst forth, and from the junction, a thick liquid made squelching noises.

Jenna’s moan was swallowed by Kendrick’s mouth as soon as it escaped. He seemed intent on claiming everything that came from her body, licking her cheeks, sucking her lips, and brushing her chin with his tongue.

Jenna was tossed about by the man’s movements; her chest being crushed.

“Ah, ah.”

As Kendrick’s member pounded into a very deep place that should never be struck, her head fell back. Seeing this from below, the crazed beast spitefully pinched the peak of her bouncing chest. It was truly painful!

It was a moment when a sharp bolt of pleasure cut through her delicate body. Letting out a short, high-pitched gasp, Jenna collapsed onto Kendrick O’Jear. Her whole body trembled, and hot fluid gushed from her lower opening.

One might think he’d show some mercy while she struggled to catch her breath.

But that was a vain hope. The mercilessly thick member picked up speed, thrusting into her opening. If it weren’t for the squelching fluid, her opening might have actually caught fire.

“Ah! Ah! You bastard. Stop, stop it. Ah, ah!”

As if to prove he was a beast, the man who had roughly grabbed Jenna’s plump bottom as she lay sprawled over him gritted his teeth and thrust his hips upward for a final spurt. Thud, thud, thud!

“Is it just about you? You really have no conscience, do you? Ugh, is it because you’re a noble? I’m… not done yet! I’ll keep going until the name Adrian Henrique disappears from your pretty little head, so look forward to it, Bloodstorm.”

Adrian Henrique. Ha! Right. That… that name existed.

The massive wave of climax didn’t just come once. No sooner had it passed than an even greater one struck her lower opening.

Her body trembled once more. As she released below, Jenna realized she could now think of Adrian Henrique’s name without any trouble. Transparent saliva dripped from her parted lips. 

* * * 

In the beginning, the world was in darkness. A vast darkness that could swallow anything moved ceaselessly, obscuring the eyes of God. God wanted to create His world, but it wasn’t easy. The darkness had roamed the world for a long time, giving no chance, so God hid His will and waited for the darkness that had trapped the world to relax its guard.

After a long time, a wait so long it couldn’t be measured in human terms, the darkness showed a gap smaller than a speck of dust in a sigh of God. God’s will didn’t miss the vulnerable spot shown by the darkness.

At the end of a fiercely surging wave was earth. It was clearly the land that would become the cradle of life, where God’s hope would bloom.

God cast the essence of His will, gathered over eons, into the darkness. That was the light. But the steadfast light, which opposed the darkness for a moment, was instead engulfed by the darkness and sank into it.

The failure was shameful. To retrieve His will, God plucked His fingernail and cast it into the darkness. He commanded it to find His will.

God’s fingernail, stained with dark red blood, descended through the fierce interference of the darkness, further and further down.

It was at the very deepest abyss of the darkness that the fingernail found the light. The fingernail rejoiced, having found the light. The light had not died. It had not given up. In its pitifully weak hands, it held the earth. God’s fingernail rejoiced and led it. The light, cradling the earth, rose above the darkness.

Once the light, holding the earth, overcame the darkness, the world was no longer the domain of darkness. The world belonged to God, and God called the beloved first child raised by the light, Pangaea. And He ensured that His will, the light, always remained in Pangaea.

The fingernail, which helped raise Pangaea and was stained with blood, also stayed to assist the light. And for a long time, they were at peace. God’s will bestow many lives upon Pangaea, and life revered God.

But the darkness did not give up. It constantly sought an opportunity, trying to subjugate the earth beneath it once more. It ceaselessly surged, attempting to swallow the earth, the cradle of life.

God’s will could no longer remain only in Pangaea. The dark red fingernail, too. Both confined themselves again into the darkness to raise another continent from the abyss.

People who thought the light and even God had disappeared lived huddled together in fear within the darkness. They prayed to God every day, asking Him to send His will and His fragments back to Pangaea so they could live warmly again. 

God, who loved Pangaea dearly, granted their wish. He created the Lion Stone from light and the Red Eye Stone from blood-stained flesh and bestowed them upon a beautiful girl, the most faithful of all life.

[My child, you shall be called the eternal Fleur Maiden. Faithful child, pure child, live to guard the Lion Stone and the Red Eye Stone, evidence of my love for this continent. You shall help them shine to protect life on this land.]

However, the Lion Stone and the Red Eye Stone, instead of uniting their great powers, were in conflict with each other. Unlike the love between light and the fingernail in the past, God did not wish for great powers to unite, so He made it so they could destroy one another.

Thus, they loathed and opposed each other and eventually, despite the Fleur Maiden’s pleas, left her and hid deep within the earth, beyond her reach.

Blessed by God for her faithfulness, the Fleur Maiden spent her entire life searching for the two divine relics, rather than living a life of glory. Known as the Fleur Maiden throughout her life, she pleaded with God on her deathbed.

“Punish me, oh God! Punish this old being. I could not guard the divine relics You bestowed upon me.”

However, instead of being punished as expected, God comforted the woman and left her with an enigmatic message.

[One day, someone will appear who will obtain both the Lion Stone and the Red Eye Stone. That person shall unite the continent.]

Such is the nature of oral tradition. What was once a clear message from God became embellished and adapted over time, eventually interpreted to mean that the one who possesses both stones will conquer the continent.

The Fleur Maiden, who was granted the Lion Stone and the Red Eye Stone by God but failed to control and lost them, received a special jewel known as the Stone Killer before her death.

The mischievous God gave the Stone Killer, the power to control the Lion Stone and the Red Eye Stone, to the poor Fleur Maiden, who had been led by the divine relics her entire life.

And just before she died!

Though she might have resented God, the Fleur Maiden did not.

She had three daughters. Soon, she divided God’s gift among her daughters, and when they grew older, they passed it on to their own daughters.