No one could stop him;
And he would absolutely not allow anyone to stop him.
Therefore—
Even if it was an Angel, it was absolutely impermissible.
Metatron froze there.
As an Archangel, she probably never imagined anyone would dare do such a thing to her, who sat upon the Throne.
"Let go of me!"
"Do you want to be judged immediately?!"
However, the man acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, continuing to speak on his own.
"The Archangel's breasts are nothing special, huh—"
"I do not allow you to evaluate me!"
Metatron shouted angrily, completely losing the languid appearance she had just now.
"You human, how dare you lay hands on a follower of the Lord!"
However—
The more Metatron resisted, the more excessively the man before her engaged in acts of transgression.
And what was more fatal was...
Metatron discovered that the other party's movements were not merely simple physical contact.
Within those caresses following the curves of her chest, something was hiding, constantly corroding her.
Soon, the unprepared Metatron let out a charming cry.
"Wu—"
"So Archangels also make such sounds?"
"Clearly... only those who have sold their souls should have such reactions, right?"
"That is just the reaction of this body!"
Metatron gasped as she spoke.
"As 'Judgment', I feel absolutely nothing regarding this!"
"Really?"
The man's figure gradually turned black.
"That means, no matter how I treat you, the Archangel, it absolutely won't affect this judgment, right?"
"What do you want to do?!"
Metatron glared at the man before her.
"I'll tell you right away."
Rip—
Rip—
More parts of the young girl's holy garment were torn open.
The perfect body originally hidden within was exposed without any concealment.
Perfect large breasts, and that holy place which no one had ever defiled until now, beautiful as a butterfly.
"Look, even like this, an Archangel shouldn't feel shame, right?"
"I am going to judge you immediately!"
Metatron had completely lost her previous calm.
In an instant, a massive number of floating cannons appeared around her—weapons sufficient to raze the entire Orleans City to the ground.
"You man full of sin!"
Boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
Sensing Metatron's anger, the floating cannons immediately released scorching beams.
Almost instantly, the man was engulfed by high-temperature flames.
"Even if it is this body, I absolutely will not allow you to act recklessly!"
Metatron became serious.
However, she soon discovered something was wrong.
Although the holy beams were indeed constantly burning the man's body, they did not eliminate him.
No.
It wasn't that he wasn't eliminated.
Rather, every moment, he was "restoring".
That was absolutely not a superficial power, but...
Some kind of even deeper sin.
Metatron felt astonished from the bottom of her heart.
"So an Archangel can make such an expression too?"
"Don't worry—"
"I can die too."
"But..." The man's body constantly emitted black mist, "Before that, perhaps I need to prove something to you."
"That is the correctness of 'Desire'—"
"What?"
Metatron was dazed for a moment, then saw the man raise her hands, binding them above the Throne with some substance emitting wicked black aura.
Immediately after, her lifted legs were placed left and right on the armrests of the Throne.
Thus, Metatron was arranged in the shape of a cross.
The Archangel wanted to break free from this restraint, but found the opponent was burning his own life in an extremely terrifying manner.
Countless black markings wrapped around his body; even his face was not spared.
"You couldn't be thinking..."
"Mn, it is exactly as you think—"
"Archangel, you said that those who harbor desire and sell their souls deserve to die, right?"
"But what if..."
The man grabbed those perfect angelic breasts, one in each hand.
"What if the person thirsting for it is you?"
"Impossible, I absolutely will not—"
Just as Metatron finished speaking, her lips were kissed by the man.
On the Throne, she naturally began to bite the other party instinctively.
However...
No matter what she did, the other party did not let go; instead, he entangled her tongue even more excessively.
And at the same time, Metatron once again felt that initial touch.
It might have been just a form of blasphemy originally, but at this moment, accompanied by the frontal assault from above, it became incomparably terrifying.
The more they kissed, the more stimulating that kneading felt;
And the more he kneaded, the more the kiss itself felt full of meaning.
No—
This was absolutely not her own thought.
Rather, it was a defect of this body of Jeanne!
That's right.
It was she who brought such a weakness to herself!
"Is that really so?"
As if seeing through Metatron's mind, the man, still being roasted by flames, looked into her eyes, transmitting a dialogue in thought.
In just an instant, Metatron felt a guilty conscience.
"Of course it is—"
"How... could I be interested in this?"
"Is that so?"
"Then the Archangel can certainly have no reaction to this, right?"
The man released one of Metatron's breasts, then gently slid all the way down along her waist.
"Wait, you..."
Metatron felt the presence of fingers.
"Mn?"
"Archangel, shouldn't you have no reaction at all?"
"Of course I have no reaction!"
"Good then—"
"Since that's the case..."
Ian sneered.
"Even if I take away the holiness of this body, it absolutely doesn't matter, right?"
"How dare you do such a thing?!"
"For the world I want to protect, of course I dare—"
In just a moment, both of Metatron's breasts were once again possessed by the man's hands.
And the only difference was that he and she had established a deeper connection.
"What is this feeling...?"
Metatron only felt countless tremors impacting her brain.
And following the man's speed, it was changing frequencies, but the only constant was the conquest of Metatron.
"I... shouldn't have a reaction to this kind of thing—"
Metatron's voice was trembling.
"This is the meaning of the existence of 'Desire', Archangel."
"It is not some sin; people are born with desires, and only then will they actively seek a better future."
"Without the drive of desire, everything will become monotonous and meaningless."
"Of course, I admit the judgment against 'you' was wrong, but those who did it have already paid the corresponding price. If you just blindly punish everyone, then as an Archangel, what difference is there between you and a demon?"
"Besides—"
Ian smiled faintly.
"The restraint I could produce was only a momentary thing for you."
"You... maintained this posture yourself after that."
"Archangel, actually you also wanted to know if you would have 'Desire', didn't you?"
"..."
Metatron's eyes went from surprise to confusion, and finally to relief.
"You are right."
"I also have a side of 'Desire'... The judgment of Orleans must be corrected."
The scorching flames gradually dispersed, leaving only Metatron continuing to be wide open with hands raised high.
"So, will you continue?"
"Of course—"
"Satisfying the Archangel's 'Desire' is the duty of sinners like us."
Indescribable sounds came from upon the Throne.
If one listened carefully, one would discover it was actually Metatron, having regained her languidness, shouting "Do your best" and "Faster".
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