The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"There are followers of the devil lurking among us..."

The first words from Sister Melissa shocked Lor so much that he stood there in shock. If the others were shocked, then Lor was mainly shocked because he felt guilty.

There are no devil followers, but if you must say, there is one devil contractor and one devil.

He shouldn't be talking about me... Feeling guilty, Lor subconsciously took a step back, hugged Sister Frey's arm and hid behind her.

"Don't be afraid, Lor. The goddess will protect us." Frey noticed that her arms were being hugged. She turned her head slightly and found that Lor's delicate little face was full of panic. She couldn't help but say it to comfort him, and gently rubbed Lor's hair.

"...From today on, no one is allowed to go out. Everyone must go to the church to pray every day. Vice Dean Wei Ya has gone to the Holy City to get holy water and will be back soon...

"We are alert to the invasion of demons, but we are not afraid of demons!"

"The goddess is with us!"

Sister Melissa continued her speech. She looked older than Vice Dean Weiya. Her hair was already a little gray and was tied up on top of her head like Weiya's.

The skin on his face has clearly shown signs of sagging and wrinkles from aging, but his eyes are still quite sharp.

Sister Melissa was known for her strict discipline in the monastery, and her majesty was second only to that of Vice-Abbess Weiya. After a brief speech, Melissa glanced at the nuns present, and the little nuns who were swept by her gaze were all trembling in their hearts.

She looked around and was about to add something when she suddenly noticed that half of Sister Frey's head was exposed from behind her arm. Because she was relatively short, she was immediately recognized.

The nuns in the convent are not so petite.

"Sister Frey, who is hiding behind you?!"

Lor shuddered with fear and hid behind Sister Frey. Wasn't that him?

Upon hearing this, the other nuns all looked over here.

"It's Sister Lor. She just arrived not long ago."

"Vice Dean Wei Ya picked her up..."

"Sister Lor is so beautiful..."

The nuns' discussions could be heard all around. Frey stepped forward and protected Lor behind her, explaining to Sister Melissa.

"Sister, Lor is the sister who was brought to the convent by Vice-Abbess Weiya a few days ago."

Lor stood quietly beside Frey, with fear on his pretty face, and timidly looked at the head nun together with Frey.

"Ah... I remember that I seem to have heard Wei Ya talk about it."

Melissa stared at Lor's pretty face with a cold gaze, with an inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

"But this is an extraordinary time," Melissa walked up to Frey and Lor and said to Frey.

"Move aside, Sister Frey."

Frey seemed to want to continue speaking for Lor, but she retreated under Melissa's stern gaze and could only obediently step aside, leaving Lor standing alone in front of the head sister.

Sister Melissa raised her hand and gently stroked Lor's face. The rough touch made Lor feel cold in his heart.

"How old are you, Sister?"

"Eighteen years old."

Lor answered truthfully.

"She is pretty, but a little short." Sister Melissa muttered, and a thousand horses ran through Lor's heart.

I thought you were going to say something, but after a while you came up with this: Did I eat your rice?

Oh, it seems like he really ate it... After all, he had been eating the monastery's meals these days.

Sister Melissa finished her muttering, her words becoming harsher.

"Child, I don't mean to doubt you, but you are the only new nun in the monastery. You have not been baptized by holy water, nor have you received the commandments. In this extraordinary period, I cannot let go of any possibility."

"To do otherwise would be irresponsible to the sisters in the monastery."

Although Lor was unsure, he understood what the head nun said. He could only hope that Miss Yasha could hide in the shadows and not be discovered by the head nun.

"Sister, what should I do?"

"Follow me, we're going to the confessional."

Lor followed Sister Melissa and gave Frey a timid look before leaving. Sister Frey was anxious but there was nothing she could do. She could only let Melissa take Lor into a small compartment inside the church.

Many nuns also called it the little dark room, where nuns who made mistakes were punished.

The confessional was small, about the size of a nun's cell, and it was pitch dark, with the only light coming from a skylight.

The sunlight shone in through the skylight and fell on the wooden table in the confessional, but other than that, everything else was hidden in darkness.

There was a shelf next to the wooden table with several teaching sticks on it. Lor followed Melissa into the room and the door was locked by the head nun.

Then she watched as the head nun picked up the blackboard pointer from the shelf.

"Come here and hold the wooden table." Melissa waved the pointer, as if to test the feel, and motioned Lor to come over.

Although Lor was afraid, there were only two of them in the confessional and no one could help him, so he could only obediently walk over and hold on to the wooden chair with his back to Melissa.

Then, Lor felt a chill on his back, and his nun's robe was lifted from behind by Melissa, revealing his smooth and fair skin.

Originally, the nun's robe was too big for Lor and it covered her figure to a great extent. At this moment, the robe was opened and the sunlight through the skylight fell on Lor's smooth back. She felt the fragrance of her back and her waist was as if it was restrained and as slender as clouds and willows.

This picture is enough to make any woman blush.

"Head Sister..." Lor felt the gazes from behind and his hair stood on end.

"Don't be afraid, child. The goddess is with you."

Melissa was also shocked by Lor's slender back. She couldn't help but sigh that if she were a few years younger, she would probably be fascinated by the little nun in front of her even if she were a woman.

But at this moment, she still waved her teaching stick resolutely.

"Ah," Lor exclaimed as the whip fell on his back, bringing a burning pain.

"Sister, what did I do wrong?"

Lor did not resist, but asked in a pleading manner.

The head nun ignored him and continued to whip Lor with the whip until glaring bloody marks were left on his back.

The nuns outside the church also heard Lor's screams. At first they were afraid that the head nun's methods were too cruel and that she would use such heavy hands on such a delicate sister.

But slowly, the nuns who were gathered outside the church and dared not leave began to blush. Lor's voice was as clear and sweet as a boy whose voice had not yet changed. When he controlled it deliberately, it was basically impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But at this moment, when he cried out in pain, the sound would spontaneously lean towards the boy. Even if it was just a short cry, the stimulation it brought to these young nuns who had been isolated for a long time was quite strong.

Sister Frey's face was full of anxiety. She kept looking into the church, as if she really wanted to go in and rescue Lor.

“There is no…”

After an unknown amount of time, when Lor was no longer able to hold on to the wooden table, he collapsed under the table. His originally snow-white and smooth back was now covered with whip marks, and blood was oozing from many places.

Sister Melissa stared at Lor's back and muttered to herself, as if she didn't see something she wanted to see.

"Who could that be?"