Chapter 190 | Reincarnated as a Prince in a Twisted Fairy Tale World

Faust eventually agreed to Helen's request, willing to humiliate her thoroughly.

Expecting any moral integrity from the prince was hardly a realistic prospect.

He had intended to "sacrifice" his own charms to win Helen over from the start... well, honestly, one must admit that Faust was quite hungry for this nun who possessed such an incredibly refined aura while sporting a figure that was, frankly, lewd to the extreme.

He felt an urge to shove the 【Great Thunder】 right in!

It wasn't that Faust complained about the 【witch】 being too repressed in his daily life; in truth, it was only stifling at the very beginning. After spending enough time together, it wasn't that bad—she simply possessed high combat power.

On the contrary, Faust's desires grew with each passing day. Ever since he was branded with the 【Great Thunder Mark】, the prince's lecherous tendencies had increased, intensified, and exploded!

【Is it only I who realizes that divine authority is limiting your potential?】

Ignoring Mephistopheles's snark, Faust sat on a nearby armchair, crossed his legs, and rested his chin on one hand, saying:

"Start with a full-frontal dogeza. Your Brother Faust's soles are feeling a bit itchy, and I am certain there is a scalp nearby ready to be stepped on."

Although he could not chisel her right now, in a certain sense, Helen's request felt even more satisfying than direct chiseling.

Faust was usually quite gentle. Aside from his tendency to pile-drive with significant force, one could easily call him a gentleman. Under normal circumstances, he didn't do anything excessive, but since Helen had requested it herself, the prince had no choice but to let loose.

He didn't even need a second to get into character!

"!!!"

Hearing this, Helen widened her beautiful golden eyes and said in an excited, trembling voice:

"Must... must it really be like this? I mean, kneeling is fine, but being completely bare... that is really a bit..."

"Kneel!"

The man's deep, stern reprimand cut off the nun's protest. Faust lifted his chin slightly, his reddish-brown eyes casting a cold, sharp gaze that pinned Helen to the ground.

"If you wish to be my dog, then strike the pose a dog should take. I am not the type of person who grooms and dresses up their pets."

Dog... dog?!

Hearing this crude and vulgar term, Helen was stunned at first, feeling incomparable humiliation, but then... a sense of ecstasy welled up from the depths of her heart.

This is it! This is exactly it! That gaze as if looking at a lowly servant!

I, who am so noble, I who carry the bloodline of the holy kings, I who will surely become the leader of the Sanctuary's episcopal diocese in the future... how could I be such a person?

Hehe... I shouldn't be like this. Clearly, this is a path of cultivation meant to scourge the spirit. I must absolutely not feel joy from this!

Helen was certain she had no unhealthy fetishes, but when faced with Faust alone, she found herself wishing to be fiercely scolded by him.

It seemed that only in this way could she exhaust the hesitation in her heart, soothe her long-standing unease, and finally... obtain peace of mind.

This was the study of the Qingxi royal palace. Unless Faust requested it, not even a servant would be nearby. Helen pondered for a moment before beginning to respectfully comply with the prince's orders.

Her luxurious monastic robes were no simple design. As a descendant of the holy bloodline, Helen's habit was of the highest specification, to the point that it was essentially an occult relic in its own right.

Although the design of the platinum-trimmed robe was quite puzzling—feeling as if it were deliberately tailored to accentuate her figure—one had to admit that the nearly invisible embroidery upon it was exquisite.

However, Faust's attention was not yet on these works of art; he was focused on savoring the delicious expression on the nun's face.

Her movements were quite slow, piece by piece, as she smoothed out her headscarf, hood, robes, inner layers, white over-the-knee stockings, and long gloves, folding them neatly and placing them by her side.

She then assumed the most classic and standard full-prostration posture.

Look at how you've swept the floor!

Faust stepped on her head generously. Since Helen had requested it, the prince didn't tease her; at most, he removed his shoes to step on her head with his bare soles.

Helen's golden hair was incredibly smooth, possessing a texture like top-tier silk. The prince had never used a rug of such quality before.

And even while receiving such humiliation, Helen showed no resistance; instead, her whole body trembled as she emitted an extremely... indecent sound.

Oh, that is quite something.

【Those descendants of golden blood are still willing to act as snow-white lambs.】

Mephistopheles sighed at the sight:

【That is why I say, they appear noble, but in reality, they are not as cute as the current son of man. And among all the sons of man, you, Faust, are the cutest.】

The Qingxi prince wiggled his soles, carefully feeling the texture of her silk-like hair:

"Is it because I am lawless?"

【Indeed. You will never worship an idol, yet you are not entirely perverse. The respect in your heart is maintained at a very comfortable level. Hmm... conversing with you is truly effortless.】

"True enough. To me, worship is entirely unnecessary. The highest praise I can give another person is that we can be friends."

Faust nodded. Even knowing that Mephistopheles's existence could be described as great, the prince himself felt no sense of awe.

If they weren't close, he might have put on a show of respect, but now that they were familiar, he was in a state of complete abstraction.

Nun Helen's prostration lasted for a long time, and only when Faust felt bored did he withdraw his foot.

"Eh?"

Who knew this wretched nun would actually let out a sound of lingering doubt? It was only when she met Faust's helpless gaze that the blush on her beautiful, cold face slowly began to fade.

Following that, Helen tidied her clothes, tried her best to calm her heart, and bowed slightly to the Qingxi prince in greeting:

"Thank you... Brother Faust. Truly, thank you so much... I feel that the 【Pilgrim】 path has advanced by a great margin. It feels as if I have truly completed an unprecedented audience ceremony. It is truly... physically and mentally delightful."

You know, that is actually true.

Given Faust's current level of contract with Mephistopheles, in terms of occult studies, kneeling before Faust was already equivalent to offering a sacrifice to Mephistopheles.

The 【Pilgrim】 path of the Sanctuary monastics could essentially have them line up and respectfully kowtow to Faust; their leveling speed would be remarkably fast.

It was a pity that Faust wasn't that helpful. Even though the Sanctuary was an organization that worshipped Mephistopheles, he didn't consider them his own people.

"There is no need to mention thanks. After all, we are friends now; we help one another."

After this interaction, Helen's opinion of Faust had likely reached an absurd level.

In that case, perhaps he could finally pry her mouth open.

The Qingxi prince pondered for a moment and tested the waters:

"If you truly wish to repay me, I hope to learn some more inside information. After all, the matter of slaying the dragon, even with so many righteous armies united, is truly unstable."

The 【Sacred Alliance】 appeared grand in its momentum, but in front of a true dragon, it was nothing more than a few puffs of breath, as history had proven countless times in the past.