Chapter 737: Lady Maria...Is That Really You?
When Stella actually met Cassius, she along with all her sisters realised that the evil man they were supposed to destroy wasn’t evil at all.
He was just a playboy. A charming, flirtatious, endlessly amusing playboy who loved women and wasn’t ashamed of it.
And somehow, infuriatingly he wasn’t even the kind of playboy you could hate.
He was funny. Sincere. And sometimes ridiculously dumb.
He made comments that were so absurd, so completely beneath his station, that you couldn’t help but laugh.
Not to mention he was kind.
The people of his estate worshipped him. The maids adored him.
His wives and yes, there were many were all deeply, obviously in love with him.
And he loved them back, with a fierce devotion that made Stella’s hardened heart ache.
She had seen the worst of men. The absolute worst.
And yet here was a man who defied every expectation.
Even with all her barriers, all her defenses, all her years of building walls to protect herself—she felt herself softening around him.
And lately, Joy had dropped the hunt.
Or at least, she wasn’t so full-on about it anymore.
Something had changed in her. She seemed confused, almost conflicted, like she couldn’t reconcile the devil she had been told about with the man she was actually meeting.
Because of that, the sisters had gotten a vacation. A real vacation.
They explored the estate. Played games with the maids. Ate delicious food. Participated in silly events.
There was never a quiet moment, and for the first time in years, Stella felt like she could breathe.
But she didn’t spend all her time playing.
Stella had discovered something wonderful: the massive private library in the mansion.
Ever since Joy taught her to read, she had loved books. They were an escape. A way to visit worlds that weren’t so cruel.
And this library had books she had never even heard of—classics from distant ages, forgotten stories, entire universes bound in leather and ink.
She spent hours there.
And one day, she wasn’t alone.
Cassius had entered the library, searching for something. He noticed her, and instead of ignoring her like what most nobles would do—he cheerfully started talking to her.
At first, she was on guard. Even if she didn’t have anything against him, she knew he was dangerous. A charmer. She didn’t want to get too close.
But then he started talking about books.
And somehow he knew everything.
He had opinions on stories she thought she knew inside and out, and yet his perspectives were completely fresh.
He pointed out things she had never noticed.
He argued points with her, not dismissively, but genuinely, as if her opinion mattered.
And when she disagreed, he didn’t get defensive.
He listened. He acknowledged her views. He discussed.
Stella had never met anyone like that.
Back at the church, most sisters read holy scriptures or modern storybooks.
They didn’t read the old classics. There was no one to talk to about these stories.
But Cassius had apparently read thousands upon thousands of books.
He knew every story. Every character. Every plot twist.
Talking to him was delightful.
In the past few days, Stella had found herself looking forward to their conversations. She would go to the library, pick up a book, and wait.
Even earlier today, she had been sitting there, pretending to read, but really sneaking glances at the doorway, hoping to see him.
And she realized, with a jolt of embarrassment, that she looked like a shy little girl waiting for her crush.
She hated it.
But she couldn’t deny the feeling.
Today, though, something was different.
She waited. But...he didn’t come.
Instead, Lucius appeared, Cassius’s loyal, puppy-like butler with a message from Lady Maria herself.
Stella was confused. Maria and Cassius had apparently gone on a date yesterday and hadn’t come back.
It had been an entire day. But Maria had sent word: she had found an old church outside of the estate she wanted to visit, and Cassius was taking her there.
Everyone assumed Joy would fight against this. Spending the night away was scandalous.
But shockingly, Joy was nowhere to be found. Neither was Carmela.
No one knew what was going on.
But now, Lucius said, Lady Maria was calling Stella to one of the taverns in town.
Stella was utterly baffled. Why would Lady Maria be at a tavern? Why did she need Stella?
She closed her book and hurried across town.
The moment she entered the tavern, she knew something was wrong.
It was completely empty. No customers. No servers.
Just a few knights from the Holy Guard patrolling the perimeter. The air was still, eerie, almost oppressive.
She made her way upstairs to the room Lucius had described.
She raised her hand to knock—
And stopped...since she heard noises coming from inside.
And immediately, her face flushed. She knew those sounds.
She had raided enough brothels to recognize them.
Lewd moans. Whispers. Wet, rhythmic sounds that made her skin prickle with heat.
And it was Maria’s voice.
The Saintess of Compassion. The woman Stella looked up to like a goddess. The epitome of purity and love.
She was moaning.
Stella’s body felt hot. Sweaty. Her heart pounded in her chest.
She didn’t normally react like this, but Maria’s voice—so seductive, so breathy was doing something to her.
She wanted to run.
But then a voice came from inside.
"Stella, darling. Since you’re already here, why don’t you come in?"
It was Maria. But her voice sounded different. Not gentle. Not motherly. It was low, sultry, inviting.
Stella’s mouth went dry.
She was terrified. She didn’t look like the Holy Executioner right now, she looked like a little girl caught sneaking a cookie.
But Maria had called her. She had no choice.
"Excuse me..." She whispered, and opened the door.
The moment she stepped inside, the air hit her.
It was humid. Thick. Heavy with a pungent odor that made her head swim.
She felt dizzy, hazy, like she was breathing in fumes that were making her body hotter and hotter.
She stepped further in.
"Lady Maria?" Her voice cracked. "You called for me? Is something urgen—"
"!!!!!!"
She stopped and when she saw the sight in front, her face went pale.
Her heart stopped beating.
Her eyes trembled.
On the bed lay Cassius—completely naked, his massive cock standing upright, glistening with moisture.
That alone would have been shocking enough.
But the worst part, the part that made her feel like she was dreaming was Maria.
Maria was kneeling between Cassius’s spread legs. On her knees. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him deep, her cheeks hollowed with suction.
The Lady of Compassion. The Saintess. The woman Stella had worshipped all these years.
She was giving him a blowjob!
And not just that. She wasn’t wearing her sisterly robes. She wasn’t even naked.
She was wearing something else. Something dark and seductive.
Her body radiated a pink energy, and weirdly she had horns on her head and a tail curling behind her!
She looked like a demon. The kind that haunted dreams. The pure incarnation of seduction and sin.
Noticing Stella’s arrival, Maria pulled her mouth off Cassius’s cock, a string of saliva and other fluids connecting her lips to his tip.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to look at Stella.
Her eyes were glowing pink.
Her smile was enchanting.
"Come closer, darling." Her voice was silk wrapped in honey. "You don’t need to be so afraid."
"I won’t bite."
But then she laughed—a low, musical sound that Stella’s knees weak.
"Hmm...maybe I will bite. Just a little."
Stella couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
The Holy Executioner stood frozen, staring at the scene before her, and for the first time in years, she had no idea what to do.
But despite being terribly afraid and having no clue what was going on, Stella knew this was still Maria in front of her.
Even though she looked so devilish, with horns and a tail and that strange pink glow, there was still that motherly love and warmth in her eyes.
The same warmth that always made her think of her own mother, the one she had lost so long ago.
So, Stella knew, with absolute certainty, that Maria would never do anything to hurt her.
So she took a few steps forward.
She stood at the foot of the bed, trembling, her face flushed. The thick scent of sex was even more pungent here—musky, sweet, overwhelming.
Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything she wished she hadn’t seen:
Cassius’s rock-hard cock, still glistening.
Maria’s seductive nipples, hard and dark.
Her pussy, still leaking fluids onto the sheets.
Stella’s throat went completely dry.
She was no stranger to gore. She had seen blood and guts and death. But this?
This was completely unfamiliar territory.
Her legs felt weak. Her hands were shaking. She didn’t know where to look, didn’t know where to stand, didn’t know what to do with herself.
Normally, Maria herself would have been mortified.
Ashamed beyond belief. The thought of one of her dear sisters, someone she treated like her own daughter seeing her like this would have made her want to jump out the window.
But right now, she was in a state of pure seduction and lust.
Not just because she had become a succubus, but because being rammed by Cassius’s cock so many times had completely transformed her.
There was no hint of reservation left. No shame. No embarrassment.
So seeing Stella so nervous only made her chuckle.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, shaking her ass as she moved.
The sight was so tempting, even for a woman like Stella that it made her feel even more flustered.
Maria knelt on the edge of the bed, right in front of Stella, and looked up at her with a gentle smile.
"Don’t worry, darling." She reached out and cupped Stella’s cheek. "There’s no need to be so scared. It’s gonna be alright."
Normally, Stella would have felt warmth and love at Maria’s touch. And she did—there was that too.
But the moment Maria’s fingers touched her skin, her body reacted in a way she didn’t expect.
Heat flooded her veins. Her breath caught.
And between her legs, she felt a sudden, shocking wetness.
She almost gasped.
It was as if Maria’s entire body had become an aphrodisiac. A single touch, and her body was reacting uncontrollably.
If she didn’t have the willpower she had forged through years of bloodshed and pain, she would have broken down right there.
Maria noticed. Her eyes softened.
"Sorry, my dear." She smiled, a little sheepish. "I didn’t mean to do that."
She pulled her hand back.
"Anyway, the reason I brought you here is because I need you to do me a favor." Her voice grew more serious. "And of course, there’s no need for you to agree. I’m not forcing you into anything."
She glanced down at herself, at her own naked, seductive body, and sighed.
"This request is a bit...extreme. It’s totally fine if you just walk away. But I hope you’ll hear me out."
Despite the situation and absurdity of everything she was seeing, Stella’s loyalty didn’t waver.
"Of course, Lady Maria." Her voice was steady, even though her body was not. "Please, speak your mind."
She was ready to do anything. She had already proven that she was willing to die for Joy’s sake.
And Maria? Maria was like a mother to her. She would not hesitate.
In her mind, she had already decided: whatever Maria asked, she would do. No matter how difficult.
But when Maria started explaining—Stella’s entire reality and what she believed in started breaking apart.