Abyssal Chronicles

1/4, Sorry for the delay, I will post today and yesterday’s chapter together.

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"Prayer Day? What’s that?" Yumo blinked, asking with some confusion.

In response, Mengxi embraced the beauty in her arms while patiently explaining.

"Well, it used to be a prayer activity of Asumos Church, the Spirit Offering Ceremony from before. After the establishment of the Church Nation, that Spirit Offering Ceremony became Prayer Day, a national holiday."

"A holiday, is it?"

"Yes, during this holiday, almost all followers of Asumos stop working, fast, and pray to the Goddess at home or in churches, seeking Her blessing and confessing their sins from the past year. Anyway, just think of it as a very important holiday."

"I see. So, you want me to go with you to some Prayer Square?"

"Yes, that’s right. As the equivalent of the Pope, I need to start the sky worship ceremony at the Prayer Square every Prayer Day. It’s just a formality, but the believers take it very seriously, so I have to go. According to tradition, the Pope’s spouse should also attend this ceremony, so... sister, please come with me~ The event is very boring, and I don’t want to go alone. It should be much more interesting with you there~"

As she spoke, Mengxi nuzzled against Yumo’s face.

This made Yumo roll her eyes involuntarily.

Last night she was like a wolf and a tiger, exhausting me half to death, and now she’s acting like a little girl and being coquettish?

Sigh.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be a problem for Yumo to accompany Mengxi. But now, she wanted to hide her identity. Wouldn’t going to a crowded place be...?

"But, but..."

On the other side, Mengxi seemed to see through Yumo’s worries at a glance and hurriedly reassured her.

"It’s alright, only high-level figures of the Church Nation will be present, just like at the welcome party a few days ago. They won’t spread the news about wifey. You can relax."

"Well, since you put it that way... alright then."

"So, agrees?"

"Mm."

"Hehe, that’s great!"

Mengxi immediately hugged Yumo’s arm and stuck out her tongue excitedly, making Yumo reveal a helpless expression.

Since she had agreed to accompany Mengxi to the so-called Prayer Day, adequate preparation was essential.

First was to cleanse their bodies and change into new clothes.

This was a pressing matter.

Considering that their current appearance was somewhat indecent, neither woman wanted to call the maids to assist with bathing. Who knows what expressions the maids would show upon seeing the two women in such a state. To maintain their reputation, it was better to do it themselves.

So, after dismissing the maids near the bath, Mengxi carried Yumo to the bathing pool.

Originally, Mengxi had wanted to engage in some playful bathing with her dear wifey, and to serve her a bath after a long time.

To be honest, Although Mengxi always had some colorful thoughts when encountering Yumo, not at all like a pure Girl of Destiny, this time... Mengxi’s thoughts were quite pure, without any vulgar intentions. She just wanted to take good care of Yumo, who seemed quite weak, and give her a massage as compensation for last night.

However, after being exhausted all night, the shadow in Yumo’s heart was far from gone. Now, as soon as she was unclothed and alone with Mengxi, she started to feel uneasy. She deeply feared that Mengxi might get ’hormonal’ and take advantage of her again right there.

Her body hadn’t yet recovered from last night’s passion. If she were to be ravished again, her mind might really break.

Therefore,

Yumo gave Mengxi a cautious and guarded look, firmly rejecting her request to bathe together.

"It’s fine, I don’t need your service, I can wash myself! Do you hear me? You, you’re not allowed to come in! Otherwise, I’ll be angry!"

Faced with such a Yumo, Mengxi could only helplessly hold her forehead and agree to Yumo’s demands.

Then, After warning Mengxi several times with a serious look, Yumo, wrapped in a bath towel, darted into the private bathroom like lightning, leaving Mengxi alone in the large bathhouse.

As the private bathroom door closed, Mengxi shook her head playfully.

"What an adorable wife."

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Inside the private bath,

After taking a few deep breaths, Yumo in the shower finally slowly opened her eyes.

After adjusting her body and returning her physical sensitivity to normal, Yumo patted her chest, and her uneasy heart gradually stabilized.

"Fi-finally done... Next time, absolutely, absolutely can’t let that fool Momo have her way... Really, it could kill someone..."

The stimulation from last night that had almost made her ecstatic to the point of suffocation and mental breakdown still made her shudder.

Looking down at the various scratches and swollen areas on her body,

Yumo pitifully stroked her skin, her crimson eyes full of resentment.

"That perverted Mengxi, she’s too much. Last night... was really... not gentle at all..."

In the past, it was fine, no matter how much she was tormented, she could take it.

After all, A ninth-level body had a good foundation, not to the point of being broken by an eighth-level little pervert.

However, After being messed with by Momo last night, her body’s resistance had been greatly weakened...

Otherwise, how could her body be left with so many marks? How could it be pinched and swollen? But no matter what, wasn’t it too harsh?! If it were an ordinary person, they would have probably been torn apart by that pervert, right?

Sigh, Forget it,

She was also stimulated by Momo, and didn’t know about my body’s condition.

Yumo was rational. After a bout of complaining, knowing it wasn’t Mengxi’s fault, she quickly let out a long sigh and let it go.

But while letting it go, the young woman’s brows furrowed slightly.

While wiping her body, Yumo recalled the scene in the Purple Wisteria Garden earlier.

Come to think of it, Prayer Day?

It seems I’ve heard of such a holiday. But why did Mengxi suddenly bring this up? Is it because she just satisfied her desires and suddenly remembered it when her mind cleared? Even so, why did she show that expression at that time?

Although Mengxi’s expression was fleeting when she spoke, Yumo still caught that subtle change with her keen observation skills.

It shouldn’t be my imagination, right?

That expression of reluctance, yet having to comply.

It was identical to the expressions of my children when they were sick and I forced them to take medicine, or when they wanted to play but I forced them to study. She... doesn’t want me to go to the Prayer Square, but has to take me?

Could it be...

Crushing the shower gel in her hand, a flash of cold light appeared in the depths of Yumo’s eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yumo’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Hey, Momo, you’re thinking the same thing, aren’t you?"