He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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Although Shirakawa is not completely controlled, this has more or less affected him.

Catherine pressed her advantage, saying, "The life you want, I can give you too. As for those so-called blondies, I can take care of them with just a flick of my sword."

"All we need to do is kill Cecilia?"

"Yes."

"Can't we use a gentler method? Like imprisonment or sealing it away?" Shirakawa still didn't want to kill Cecilia.

Catherine shook her head: "She is an unforgivable sinner and will pay the price for her crimes."

"What did she do to deserve this? You've gone through a century, changed so many bodies, and still relentlessly hunted her down."

“I don’t remember very clearly. As my spirit kept changing bodies, I couldn’t remember my original memories anymore. I can only vaguely recall that Cecilia was my close playmate hundreds of years ago. We lived in the same monastery and were raised by priests and nuns. I can’t remember anything else. I only remember that I had to kill her and destroy her.”

Those memories have all become fragmented pieces, leaving only deep resentment and a desire for revenge.

Over the years of the chase, she gradually came to know Cecilia's abilities inside and out, but their past became increasingly blurred.

"So, didn't you say that if I refused, you would let those blondies..."

“I’m not like Cecilia,” Catherine stood up. “I wouldn’t stoop to those dirty and sordid things, nor would I let anyone else do them. I won’t use those blond scumbags. But in the dream, it was just a threat to you. If these girls have feelings for you and want to be with you, I don’t care.” Seeing that Shirakawa had suddenly relented, Catherine quickly explained, hoping to take this opportunity to get him to agree to her request.

"What about possessing Jackie?"

"Now that I've killed Cecilia, there's no need for me to change bodies and find someone else."

......

Shirakawa fell silent.

Was Secia truly a sinner?

Was everything she did a lie to me?

Did she really deserve to die?

ding~~

Shirakawa's phone kept vibrating and crackling, then it bounced out of his pocket and fell to the ground.

The phone automatically switched to the app interface, and the phone's built-in electronic voice broadcast began playing.

"Don't trust Catherine, Shirakawa. You are irreplaceable. I need you."

Catherine stood up and raised her greatsword.

Really haunted.

She thought she could only invade Shirakawa's mind, but she didn't expect that even his phone would be corrupted.

With a forceful stomp, the blunt, rounded tip of the sword pierced straight into the phone screen.

The entire phone was instantly smashed to pieces.

"My cell phone!"

This is the only item Shirakawa brought from his original world besides his clothes.

The apps, browser history, and even Line within it have all been adapted to the way Shirakawa is used.

Catherine did not stop; instead, she raised her greatsword and repeatedly hacked at the target.

Until the phone was completely broken into pieces.

"Don't worry, Shirakawa, I'll pay for the best for you." Catherine didn't realize she had gone too far.

As someone who has lived for hundreds of years, there are some common-sense facts she is still unaware of, such as the importance of mobile phones to a person in modern society.

Of course, Shirakawa isn't the kind of person who would change his mind or turn against someone just because of a cell phone.

However, this action did indeed diminish Shirakawa's popularity.

"So? What's your decision?"

"I have one last question."

"what is the problem?"

Shirakawa's gaze suddenly sharpened; she knew that this question might expose Catherine's true colors.

"What happened to those women whose bodies were possessed by your spirit, and who inherited your spirit through their bloodline generation after generation?"

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“What?” Catherine raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I'm asking, after your soul and spirit depart, what became of those women?" Shirakawa repeated.

"Their fate? After I leave, these women's bodies will become empty shells, and their relatives will bury them."

"Your current body was also taken over by your spirit, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"So that means the original owner of this body no longer exists, right?"

“That’s how it is.” Catherine nodded, her expression indifferent, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"So you just casually take over other people's bodies and ruin their lives?"

"These are all necessary sacrifices to kill the witch Cecilia."

"Why? You sacrificed them just for your revenge. I ask you, what heinous things did Cecilia do all these years while you were hunting her down?"

Catherine pondered, constantly recalling and searching through her memories of the past century.

It seems that Cecilia hasn't done anything particularly bad; at most, he's just eaten some "food" near the love hotel. However, he has inadvertently caused a few wars.

"You can't answer that, can you?"

"I don't know how you define 'bad,' but I can only tell you this: she led those innocent young men and women into the abyss of lust and debauchery, making the sacred act of procreation so vulgar and filthy. This is blasphemy against life, this is blasphemy against the gods!"

"It's better than you taking over someone else's body, isn't it?" Shirakawa said coldly.

Catherine frowned. Sometime during the night, the influence of her holy sword and nun's robes on Shirakawa had completely disappeared.

"Alright, since that's the case." Catherine waved her hand. "Michi, Matsushima, quickly begin the torture!"

“Sir, there are no instruments of torture here,” Miike said.

Catherine pointed to the toys like whips and belts on the table: "Aren't these torture instruments? Quickly use them to torture Shirakawa!"

Perhaps because she hadn't yet adapted to modern life, Catherine genuinely believed this was a dungeon, and these things truly were instruments of torture.

"As ordered."

Matsushima picked up the erotic whip that was on the wooden table and began to whip Shirakawa.

It was the same kind of whip that Miike had used before, with a black inverted triangle plastic piece placed on the long, cylindrical end of the handle.

Well, this little whip has been specially treated so that it doesn't hurt as much when it hits you, but it still left red marks on Shirakawa's body.

However, the sound was unexpectedly loud.

It's probably to satisfy the sadistic desires of someone who loves.

Catherine sat on the wooden seat, holding the holy sword in her arms, and looked at Shirakawa, who was tied to the wooden board and being beaten. She sneered and said, "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

"When you can't reach an agreement, you resort to torture and cruel methods. How dare you call yourself a saint? Even Cecilia didn't use force to subdue anyone!"

Am I inferior to Cecilia? How could I be inferior to that wretched succubus?

Hearing Shirakawa's words, Catherine was furious: "Matsushima, give it more force!!!"

pia!

pia!

The sound of whipping echoed continuously in the erotic dungeon.

Shirakawa was slapped like that, his skin began to turn red, and Matsushima's movements began to slow down.

They were probably tired from playing.

Catherine waited for a long time, but seeing that Shirakawa still hadn't given in, she had no choice but to order Miike to change the instrument of torture and to get a more severe punishment.

Miike picked up a small rubber hoop from the table, walked up to Shirakawa, and pulled his clothes off.

Securely fasten the small hoop around the base of Shirakawa's arm and shoulder.

She also adjusted the diameter of the small band to make sure it was tighter.

Catherine found it very strange.

What kind of torture device is this? Why would it be used to constrict someone in such a filthy place?

Is this really a form of punishment?

"No, no!" Shirakawa rarely showed such fear.

Miike leaned close to Shirakawa's side, stretched out her slender white hand, and began to wander over Shirakawa's arm.

Huh? Even when Miike is being controlled, he still finds time to have fun with me?