Hello everyone,
Sorry for disappearing over the last couple of days. My supervisor at work suddenly discovered how "skilled" I actually am and started throwing work at me like there was no tomorrow.
On top of that, we've been having power cuts lasting over six hours a day because I happen to live in a country where, once the temperature climbs past 45°C, everything seemingly decides to catch fire. But it is what it is. I'll adapt.
I wanted to apologize for the missing chapters and let you all know that I've finally started settling into this new rhythm of life. I'll do my best to make up for the lost time, starting with these two chapters.
Lastly, thank you to everyone who's stuck with me until now. Your support is what keeps me from giving up on this story whenever things get rough, and I'd probably regret it for the rest of my life if I ever did. I truly appreciate every single one of you.
Love y'all.
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[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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Seraphine nestled deeper into Ashen's embrace on the worn mattress, her puffy eyes still glistening as she summoned her status window with a murmur.
The translucent panel hovered between them, bathing their faces in an ethereal glow.
Ashen's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until her back pressed flush against his chest, while she let her hand rest on the arm around her.
"Alright… here it is," she whispered, her voice still a little hoarse. "It changed so much after the pathway conversion. The old Lust skills… they've changed under Chastity's influence."
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[1. General Information]
Name/Arrival date: Seraphine Kingsley – 2025/02/11
Sex/Age: Female/31
Height/Weight: 175 cm / 63 kg
Current condition: Healthy
Pathway: Step III: Herald of Concord
Thema: Anima - PENDING
Affiliation: The Chapel of the Everlasting Covenant | Solmara
Title: Saintess
[2. Traits]
—Fractured Identity
—Scatterbrained Genius
—Guarded Devotion
[3. Physical Level]
Strength: C+ | Endurance: C+ | Agility: C-
Perception: C+ | Stamina: C+ | Mana: B+
[4. Abilities]
4.1 Innate Powers:
—Heartbound Thrall
4.2 Path Skills:
—Soulweaver's Benediction (Masterful+)
—Sanctified Renewal (Masterful+)
—Sacred Covenant (Skilled+)
—Sanctuary Aura (Masterful+)
—Inner Conviction (Masterful+)
—Vow Imprint (Masterful-)
—Katharsis (Zenith-)
—Vouch of Longing (Skilled+)
4.3 Other Abilities:
—Silken Serpent Style (Skilled+)
—Soothing Touch (Skilled+)
—Superior Mana Control (Skilled+)
—Manawind Cycle (Skilled+)
—Healing Magic (Skilled+)
—Soul Magic (Skilled+)
[5. Cognitive Depth (Thoughts, Mindset, Disposition)]
—Confused / Resilient / Generous
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Ashen nodded, his chin brushing the top of her head as he scanned the panel. "Step three, Herald of Concord. I would have never thought you'd be the first to reach this milestone."
"Me too…"
His eyes drifted to her traits next, noticing the absence of two of her old ones in favor of a new one.
"Easygoing Nature and Optimistic disappeared from your traits…" he softly whispered with lingering regret.
"Yes…" She answered with almost the same tone, "After all we have been through, holding onto my optimism became a bit too hard... Are you disappointed?"
"I'm disappointed in myself…" he answered with a humorless laugh, "…for not being able to shield you enough to preserve such a carefree Seraphine."
"Do not be. I would rather stand beside you in the face of misery than keep my head up in the flowers."
"Is that so…" Ashen felt conflicted. On one hand, he was glad; on the other, he still found a part of him regretting the fact that the untroubled version of her may have forever been lost.
"And what's with fractured identity? Sounds worrisome."
"Oh, that?" She made the description pop up.
***
Fractured Identity
You have a soul whose psyche has diverged into two complete personas through extreme psychological upheaval. Though one remains sealed, both continue to exist as authentic facets of the same individual.
***
"It showed up after we sealed our other personalities," she helplessly shrugged, but she stayed largely unconcerned.
Deep down, she accepted her other self as much as she accepted her current identity. So this trait did not bother her.
"I guess we match now," Ashen spoke lightly after reading through the description.
"Of course, you must've had something similar if I got it. We both were pretty insane back then, after all." Seraphine laughed.
"Yep. Mine's called Inner Chorus."
"Sounds like your mind is a fun place to be."
"I don't know about that…"
She smiled faintly, shifting her hips back against him. "Let's move on."
She pointed at her first path skill, "Look here… this used to be Soulweaver's Whisper, but now, it has become Soulweaver's Benediction."
***
Soulweaver's Benediction
Softly voice your convictions to weave Mana threads, linking you to others. These threads heal wounds, internal and external, while gently calming the hearts of all connected, quieting turbulent emotions and worldly desires.
***
"The core effect is the same, but instead of intensifying desires, it calms turbulent emotions now, so aside from healing, this can also soothe troubled hearts and make people feel… at peace."
Her explanation kept flowing easily as she showed him the next skill.
***
Sanctified Renewal
Bathes the target in sanctified mana, washing away curses, toxins, fatigue, and spiritual corruption while restoring the natural balance of body and soul.
***
"This one barely had any changes in effect aside from its name, but the skill became much more potent with Chastity concepts fueling it…"
"I guess this confirms which is more compatible with healing between the two concepts. You did well in switching."
Ashen listened, one hand idly tracing circles along her side. But as she continued, he grew restless.
"Yes… Every skill had had an upgrade in potency. Chastity is much more compatible with my current Thema after all— hm?"
Seraphine suddenly felt the body hugging her stir… then, she felt something quite big hardening against the curve of her ass through their thin layers of clothing. She felt this hot, heavy, insistent organ growing even hotter, but she didn't pause. She simply let her voice remain steady, even as warmth pooled low in her belly.
"Alright, what about Eternal fulfillment?" Ashen continued speaking nonchalantly, "I can't see it in your skills, but I can still feel the bond between us. I hope nothing happened to it, that skill is quite overpowered."
"It… hng… it's still here… just under another name." she pointed at a certain skill.
***
Sacred Covenant
Establish a permanent covenant with a chosen individual.
Through this sacred bond, both souls become steadfast pillars for one another. The physical strength of the stronger partner is fully shared with the weaker for as long as the covenant endures.
No burden is borne alone. Pain, fatigue, and emotional strain may be distributed across both souls, ensuring neither carries the full weight of hardship by themselves.
"What is endured by one is shared by the other.
What strengthens one fortifies them both."
***
Ashen's fingers bunched the hem of her nun's habit. He lifted the robes slowly, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs and the thin panties beneath. Seraphine's words never faltered, though her thighs pressed together instinctively.
"As you can see… everything is still the same, but the bond is framed as a covenant between us instead," she murmured. "Honestly, this is helping me immensely now. With the amount of work they are assigning me, I would have long exhausted myself otherwise…"
"Well, I'm glad I can still lend you my strength and share your pain if you allow me… I'm also glad that it is of great use to you…"
He pushed her panties aside with ease, baring her already slick pussy to the cool night air. The fat head of his cock nudged against her lower stomach first, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. Seraphine's voice hitched, but she kept going, cheeks flushed.
"S-Sanctuary Aura… used to be Blissful Aura. It radiates tranquility now. I can make those around me feel calmer instead of inspiring lust. But the result of dulling the malice of enemies is preserved, thankfully."
"Show me…"
"Okay…"
***Sanctuary Aura
With your every move, you radiate an aura of tranquil sanctity, soothing those around you and sharpening their clarity of mind. Allies within the aura find fear and agitation fading, while enemies struggle to sustain malice as a sense of serenity tempers their hostility.
***
Her explanation alone painted the whole picture; Ashen did not need to read the description, and he barely glanced at it. Instead, as she busied herself with tapping the status window, he aligned himself, rubbing the thick shaft along her wet folds before pressing forward.
He entered her in one slow thrust… stretching her tight walls around his girth. A soundless moan ripped through her, mouth falling open as her inner muscles clenched hard around the invading cock. Pleasure surged through the fresh bond, echoing faintly back to him.
Yet she continued, her voice dropping into a sultry timbre.
"Inner Conviction replaced Inner Resonance." A soft gasp echoed, and she suddenly found herself pushing back to meet his lazy thrusts. Her walls sucked him deeper with each withdrawal, obscene wet sounds filling the tent. "I can't sense the desires of others anymore, but I can sense their convictions now… like people's long-term goals…"
"Here… ah~ let me show you…"
***Inner Conviction
By attuning to surrounding souls, one can perceive the convictions that lie within nearby beings. These impressions arrive as thoughts and certainties of resolve, doubt, guilt, serenity, and devotion. Stronger convictions are easier to discern, while conflicted hearts produce blurred and contradictory echoes.
***
He groaned low in his throat, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming warmness.
"That's an interesting concept… can you feel mine…?"
Her pussy fluttered around him, dripping juices down his balls as he held still for a moment, savoring the way she gripped him.
"Hnn… I can feel your convictions to keep me safe.. no matter what… and to… love me… hung~"
While she spoke of the obvious, he resumed moving in slow, deep strokes that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch of her cunt. He did not want to be disruptive after all, so he had to keep himself content with the steady rhythm while she spoke.
"Vow Imprint… was Desire Imprint," she continued, voice now thick with lust. "It embeds conviction instead of raw desire. It still helps recovery and strengthens the soul as long as they stay true. It… ah… it mends emotional fractures better now."
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Vow Imprint
A fragment of the host's conviction is embedded and anchored into another's soul. While the imprint persists, the target's soul grows more cohesive, allowing natural recovery to accelerate: wounds knit more cleanly, exhaustion eases faster, and mind fractures steadily mend.
The body and spirit recover more effectively so long as the conviction remains unshaken.
The imprint strengthens as the target remains true to the conviction it embodies, and weakens as doubt, temptation, or betrayal erode it.
Vow Imprint cannot cleanse curses or toxins, nor restore what is already broken. It merely ensures that recovery, once begun, does not falter.
***
As he read through the skill's description through hazy pleasure, Ashen was reminded of another piece that allowed him to always push through.
It was this, the imprint of her desires, that was on his soul, always tirelessly working in the background to ensure his health.
Even when the skill's nature changed, he could still feel the old Desire Imprints still existing inside his soul.
"I'm guessing that you will brand me with your convictions too now alongside your desires…?" he hotly whispered in her ear.
"As long as it contributes to keeping you safe, I will keep branding you with everything that I have…"
Ashen's hand slid up to cup one of her breasts through the nun's habit, thumb teasing a stiff nipple as he fucked her with barely held-back patience.
His thick cock pistoned in and out, stretching her pussy lips around its veiny shaft. Every slow plunge made her juices coat him messily, with the lewd squelch of her soaked cunt accompanying her words.
He breathed against her neck, nipping the skin there as his hips rolled forward again. "That sentence is suspiciously reeking of obsession, my love." His cock throbbed inside her, grinding against that sweet spot with every thrust. He could feel her heartbeat around him, her pussy clenching greedily, trying to milk him even as she continued speaking.
"Said by the same man who is fucking his lover when she is emotionally vulnerable." Seraphine's hips rocked back in time with his slow fucking, taking every inch of his hot, heavy dick while her cheeky retort flowed with a held-back moan.
"Hm? I'm just comforting you, baby. Don't pay too much attention to the method, as long as it works…" he spoke innocently, making Seraphine let an exasperated moan roll with the pleasure.
She caught her breath and decided to continue exposing her skills.
"Katharsis and Vouch of Longing have stayed the same since I acquired them as a Chastity pathwalker."
"Uh huh…"
Plap…plap…plapp…
"Oh, and I have– ah~ got a new title.. Saintess. Though I don't understand its use yet…Mmm!!"
Her words dissolved into breathy moans between sentences, her body trembling as he filled her again and again.
The slow drag of his cockhead against her fluttering walls sent sparks through her core. Juices dripped steadily, soaking the mattress beneath them. Ashen kept the pace torturously gentle as long strokes that bottomed out inside her dripping cunt, then withdrew until only the tip kissed her entrance, before sinking back in.
He listened intently, even as he claimed her pussy with that slow rhythm. "Your extra skills… I can see that they all got a big upgrade in Mastery. Good job, darling."
She let out a low, sultry laugh that turned into a whimper when he ground deep. "Yess.. haah… for healing and soul magic, you should know about them already, since I have learned them with you as your consort."
Ashen's grip on her hip tightened as he thrust a little firmer, stirring her insides with his fat cock. "Yes. How could I not remember? Every second of those times is forever etched in my memory. Whether the good or bad."
"Hngg… me too…" she closed her eyes and tried to hold her moan as a particularly hard thrust spiked her pleasure.
The sanctifying aura that had accompanied her was now completely mingled with the obscenity of their union.
If anyone saw the image of someone so deep in Chastity be immersed in something so blasphemous to the concept and get away with it, they'd surely lose their mind.
"For my innate skill, Heartbound Thrall, I had already shown it to you, and it remains as it is, with one Master. You."
"Naturally."
They moved together like that for long minutes… her explaining the transformed skills in that husky, interrupted voice, him fucking her slow and deep, savoring the tight, wet heat of her cunt without rushing toward release.
The night deepened around their tent, the distant sounds of the camp fading beneath the intimate symphony of slick flesh and whispered nothings. Seraphine's body yielded completely, her pussy a slick, welcoming sheath for his invasion.
And through it all, the compatibility of Chastity grew paradoxically under the watch of the concept.