Chapter 309 There is no such thing as birth in the world. More is naturally birth.
11 month 19 day.

early.

The house had probably not been used for a long time, and the stove was covered with thick dust. There might also be dirt left over from cooking long ago, which was difficult to clean after being mixed with dust.

"Squeak..."

I wrung out the cloth and continued wiping until the remaining mark was truly indelible.

“Are you still working on it?”

"..."

I was so focused that I didn't even notice he had returned.

"Mr. Ming..."

I quickly put down the cloth in my hand and tried to bow slightly using the blessing gesture I had learned in the temple.

"Don't be like that. I'm not some master. Here... the tools you asked for. We can talk about anything else you need."

He brought better rags and detergent for cleaning.

I also brought back pots, shovels and other things.

"Thank you. Here, I can wipe your sweat off."

I smiled and handed over a clean towel as naturally as possible.

It doesn’t matter whether he is a master or not.

But this is probably what it's like to be a thief, right?

Afraid of being discovered.

I couldn't control myself a few days ago. I waited until he fell asleep and went in. Then he suddenly pushed the door open and came out... At that time, my heart almost stopped beating.

The only way to avoid being discovered is to pose in an image that matches that of a saint and Natasha.

I have to be patient.

There is no need to do anything extra at the inappropriate time.

Besides... I'm already very happy now.

If I were that greedy, even I would hate myself.

"..."

Su Ming...Mr. Ming doesn't talk to me much.

It can almost be confirmed.

He doesn't look like he's not interested in women.

The buttocks...will get a few more looks.

I didn't deliberately pull my trousers up high, the hips were loose enough. But sometimes I had to squat down and wring out a towel, so my hips were always slightly raised.

"..."

Watching.

Even though I only peeked once or twice, I was always paying attention to him out of the corner of my eye.

There is an indescribable feeling of shame.

But what was more than shyness was the uncontrollable nervousness and joy.

Everything that is happening now is something that I would never dream of. Maybe Mr. Ming has already forgotten what happened to me a long time ago... After all, this is a 'dream'.

"..."

I continued to clean the bellows handle under the stove. My joy faded.

Mr. Ming can forget, he should forget. But I can't. Am I...doing something even more despicable? If I'm discovered... But originally, the probability is 0.

Is this also how a thief would feel?
Holding treasures that do not belong to you will make you worried when you squander them.

11 month 19 day.

noon.

Mr. Ming and I ate at the old dining table after we cleaned it up.

It's just simple stir-fried vegetables and cold meat slices, but it still tastes delicious.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Well...if you don't mind."

I don't know why we are asked to express our wishes.

Do you want to pursue the saint in a clumsy way?
Not at all.

Maybe he wanted to make the Saint feel more at ease?

I didn't ask much. But if I had to tell you my wish, this is it. This is all I can think of and want to do now.

"Don't underestimate me because I am a saint. Before I became a saint, I actually learned some massage techniques."

"..."

I really learned it. Mr. Ming also knew that, after all... I learned it at that time just to give him a massage.

The atmosphere became somewhat charming as I expected.

My face might be a little red.

Can it be considered cute in Mr. Ming's eyes?
If you think I'm a little bit attractive...please take a closer look.

11 month 19 day.

in the afternoon.

My brother-in-law is a weirdo, and the saint is also a weirdo.

"What kind of wish is this? To serve me?"

"Which cadre can stand this kind of test?"

"..."

My brother-in-law didn't want to stay in the hut any longer, facing the saint who always had a gentle smile and occasionally showed shyness. I can understand.

It felt like the short time I had brushed it, a woman kneeling on the ground and being splashed with cold water... she said delicately "it's so cold". Charming eyes, just the right coquettish voice. Even a girl like me felt itchy when I saw it. Not to mention the man's brother-in-law.

Why do you suddenly want to help the Saint with her vision wish...

I can only guess that it might be related to the mission my brother-in-law is going to do.

"Hey, Duoduo...Brother is here to see you again."

"Maybe it's not unrequited love~"

"..."

If the brother-in-law didn't want to see women, he shouldn't walk down this street.

"I was joking yesterday about what to do if the little brother goes bankrupt and has no money for beer."

"Duoduo didn't say a word, but slammed the table... It scared me."

"After a long pause, she finally said she didn't want any of her salary. She wanted to give it to you."

"..."

Brother-in-law, I can’t play a very bad person.

I couldn't put on a stern expression to Duoduo, who had a hard time before. However, at least the temptation of the saint who could show her peach without paying attention was much smaller when facing her.

"Brother...from now on, you don't have to pay."

"..."

After saying that, he ran away with a red face. I understand what kind of ideological struggle my brother-in-law must have gone through when he came to such a strange place.

But there's no point in escaping here, right?

If you want, massage is a must. What else can you do but enjoy it?

After all, it's not something that needs to be avoided.

The fact that he was not interested in women had already been exposed. And then the Saint found her brother-in-law very good... This is really...

After all, my brother-in-law just drank a few large glasses of beer here. He also asked where he usually bought vegetables.

I don't know whether the alcohol content of the wine was high or low, but my brother-in-law's face didn't change at all. He walked steadily, without any sign of drunkenness.

11 month 19 day.

Night.

"you are back."

"I tried to boil some hot water in a pot..."

The wooden barrel was filled with steam, and a towel was covering the mouth of the barrel.

The saint sat elegantly at the dining table, and anyone could tell she was waiting for someone.

Just the right smile.

"Let me help you wipe it..."

It seems that my brother-in-law has given up resisting.

The small, simple space next to the kitchen, the "bathroom" covered by two standing wooden boards, unexpectedly became inexplicably refreshing in her hands. Everything was organized in an orderly manner.

The small house, which looked old and shabby, has now been tidied up and looks very nice. It no longer looks like it has been uninhabited for a long time.

"Mr. Ming, is what you said true?"

"Ok?"

"The owner of this house unfortunately died due to 'execution'."

"That's what the person who rented me the house said."

"Pitiful……"

"Maybe he was still resentful of the Saint before he died."

I was wrong. My brother-in-law is still trying to resist. He deliberately brought up such a dull topic... How could it have anything to do with her?
How can an earthquake not happen just because people pray? I sympathize with her.

"Do you... think that so many people died because of my poor prayers?"

Oh.

The saint asked back.

"..."

how about it?
Brother-in-law, there’s nothing you can do, right?
Even if you answer with resentment, it's useless. You've already saved someone else, so why are you trying to make excuses now?
"that……"

"I'll do the front by myself. No need to ask."

"Um……"

"..."

My favorite time is when my brother-in-law takes a bath. He is completely naked. He can scan everything with his eyes from 360 degrees without any blind spots.

Normally there is no chance to take a peek.

After all... if my brother-in-law has no clothes, I'm sure I won't be any better. Not to mention that you can see naked everywhere when you have a quiet time.

Yeah.

Don't hide~
I would turn around and squat down to wring out the towel because the saint's breasts accidentally touched me... The curve of my hips is very clear. I can understand why I feel embarrassed when my clothes are slightly wet.

Take that towel away!

“This is not cheating.”

"There's nothing I can do about it. This is the mission."

"..."

Alright.

No need to explain. I have already acquiesced on behalf of my sister.

Move the towel away!!!

"..."

Moved away.

what?

It's totally different from the time when he hugged me. Is my brother-in-law not doing well?
Wow.

Since when did my brother-in-law become so fit? It's pretty much the same as the body I imagined in the comics. He doesn't have the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder, but just a normal, strong body.

If you want to lift me like a barbell, it should be easy.

I am a knife after all.

After all, I was a girl who had just turned 19, and I was always bored when I was in a strange place, unable to speak or do anything.

So...I'm in my brother-in-law's heart anyway.

There was no way the handle would get wet and still be noticed. Now was my time.

But am I really a little weird?

Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I think my brother-in-law will become like he does when he is facing me or my sister... Do something to the saint.

Never mind.

I want to be as impulsive as my sister. My sister is the pervert, she can read such an abstract book... Fortunately, I have my sister as a base. No one found out that I also secretly followed my sister's secret browsing history and read it.

I became like this, 20% of the credit goes to my brother-in-law, 79% to my sister, and a little bit of natural...

11 month 19 day.

late at night.

"Mr. Ming, can I come in?"

"……Can."

Su Ming lay on the bed, a little confused.

Why did it become a bit like going to a club to wait for a technician?

Perhaps because she felt it was inconvenient to wear a long coat, the saint took off her coat... and hung it by the door.

Only a white shirt was left covering her body, and her beautiful curves were completely undisguised.

The upper body is a small S, while the hips and waist are a big S.

"There's nothing else I can do for you...so I want you to at least feel better."

"..."

"Can you lie down first?"

At first, there will be a brief chat about her life in the temple.

But it was all quite boring, nothing more than praying day after day, and occasionally some dignitaries would come to the temple... and need her to come out and help pray for something specifically.

"If I hadn't become a saint, I might have been sold long ago."

“It’s not all bad.”

"Once you become a saint, you only need to kneel down and pray. You don't have to worry about encountering danger, and you won't be coveted by others."

"..."

"Moreover, in the end, she did not die like the previous Saint. She was saved by you."

"..."

"Do you feel comfortable?"

"..."

It was hard for Su Ming to say whether it was comfortable or not. After all, her buttocks were sitting on the bend of his legs... not sitting, but the saint was kneeling with legs apart, which would occasionally rub against him. She didn't sit directly on Su Ming's legs, but it was even more strange if she occasionally touched him during the massage.

Too bouncy...

"Okay, now please turn slightly to the side..."

"That's it for today."

Anyway, it's just to fulfill her wish, just make two more wishes. It's enough to meet the conditions of the game. There's no need to turn over again.

"Well... I'm only halfway through now. If you use a knife often, your arms and ribs will feel sore..."

"…I'm a little tired."

"Oh, sorry... didn't notice you were sleepy."

"No, one, I was a little tired, and two, it really works."

"...Thank you, thank you for your appreciation. If I can help you feel better... I will help you again anytime."

"..."

As she picked up her coat and went out, then gently closed the door, Su Ming was finally able to turn over.

How come you turned sideways?
Not interested in women ≠ withered.

The soul is always loyal, but the body is out of control.

Birth.

The butt I just touched was... so horrible.

It seemed like I didn't pay any attention to what the hand pressing on my back was doing, I only noticed that my legs were being sucked away by my buttocks.

You can only bet on the speed of seconds.

You can only bet on how quickly the task can be completed, as long as it is completed fast enough so that it doesn't happen in time.

Think about it, if I meet An Xiaoxi here and she sees me sleeping with the saint... if nothing unexpected happens, I should accept it.

But that's the problem.

By the way, when I have nothing to do during the day, I will ask around to see if there is anyone like An Xiaoxi. Maybe she is not in the Duoma Autonomous Region. I will see if I can find someone to help me find someone in the Agate Autonomous Region… By the way, there are still many things to do. In addition to the buttocks, I have to find rich fellow villagers to help. The start-up capital has almost been spent.

11 month 21 day.

Noon. "Hey, the East and South factions are arguing again recently."

"But don't worry about Duoduo, it's safe here...those guys from the Southern School don't have the guts to come here and cause trouble."

"..."

Su Ming was not interested in the dispute between the two underground gangs in the Doma Autonomous Region. But the tavern owner said that the only recent incident was a gang dispute, which made Su Ming feel that the saint's next wish could be fulfilled.

"Who is this person you are looking for?"

"Can you tell me secretly?"

"I promise not to tell Duoduo. Actually, Duoduo wouldn't mind even if she knew that Xiao Ge has a wife."

"..."

"You can't think too much in this world. Can you bear to see Duoduo being taken away by another man? Tomorrow I will customize a uniform for Duoduo that is the same as mine. She will definitely be very popular with men then. I told you, such a beautiful portrait... is she your wife?"

She is my wife, but also my sister-in-law.

Where is An Xiaoxi? The NPCs are all very easy...Last time, An Shiyao was with Xia You, who is with her this time? Forget it, it should be safe anyway. The status bar also shows that it is healthy and is completing the second task.

11 month 21 day.

in the afternoon.

"Excuse me Mr. Ming...please tie my hair."

"You have to get it if you want to go out."

"I...well, it's okay. I just said...I'd be happy if you could try to do something for Mr. Ming again."

"..."

Back in the hut, Su Ming asked the Saint to sit on a low stool while he helped her transform her image from behind.

hiss.

The small stool can't accommodate the buttocks at all. It easily presents a deformed posture.

Su Ming hadn’t noticed before...her feet were also very beautiful.

There is no flaw at all, very well-proportioned and fair. Her feet are not as small as An Xiaoxi or Xia Ye's, but they look very small and slender in proportion to her hips. I know clearly that it is impossible to fit in one hand... but I still have this illusion.

"I was already dead...Will it really not cause you any trouble if I leave like this?"

"No. No one can recognize you after you have disguised yourself, especially in the Doma Autonomous Region."

"...I have never met someone as gentle as you. Thank you."

"..."

Her hair is also very smooth and can be twisted over and over again easily.

Unlike An Shiyao, if you wrap it a few more times, it will feel uncomfortable and you can't make a neat ball.

Although I feel a little sorry.

But the fact is, after learning how to do the ancient bun that Yongyao wanted, I didn't give it to her... I gave it to the Saint. It can't be said that An Shiyao's hair quality is not that good... Well, it's the length of her hair.

"Mr. Ming... is really good at tying hair."

"I often give my wife acupuncture."

"…Does Mr. Ming have a wife?"

"Ah."

“…Isn’t it here?”

"..."

"I'm sorry... for asking unnecessary questions."

"..."

Not to say it's redundant.

After all, I said before that he was a local native, and now I am too lazy to add more about his wife. If I add more, it might turn out to be like Noelia's, where his wife is dead.

"...May the holy goddess Terena protect you."

Suddenly, she put her hands together and muttered something.

"pray?"

"Well... I pray that Mr. Ming will only encounter good things in the future. He will never encounter sad things."

"The goddess is useless at all, right?"

"Well... praying for no execution is useless, but if I just protect one person, maybe the goddess will respond or something... That's what I think."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ming will also think I'm weird, right? We all know that the goddess won't protect anyone... and I'm not a saint now..."

"..."

Why are her ears a little red after her hair is ruffled? When she lowers her head, her voice is so soft, sweet and soft.

dokidoki.

Su Ming admitted it frankly, and after she prayed earnestly, she shyly explained the reason. Her moral bottom line dropped a little bit.

It feels like there are two little people in my head.

One is a black demon with his hands on his hips.

'Don't you have nice buttocks? They are so elastic. You will lose money sooner or later anyway, so why not buy it early and enjoy it earlier? People like you who don't know whether to be born or not, who don't know whether to be pure or not, will not be accepted by hell.'

One is a white angel with her hands on her hips.

"Take her in. If you don't, don't come to heaven."

He didn't want to go to heaven or hell. Su Ming hadn't lived enough.

But then again.

Why is she so good at this?
I felt like I was dreaming about the time when Xia Ye was backward compatible. Could it be that the Saint was also...

【Favourability: 140】

"..."

No.

She may just be simply in love.

Or maybe it's just some kind of 'charm' talent with unknown meaning.

11 month 21 day.

Night.

Su Ming didn't know whether 'massage' and 'grocery shopping' could be considered wishes.

The game didn't say '2/3' or anything like that, but I had to try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll try again.

I finished buying the ingredients in the afternoon.

She seems to be quite good at shopping... and can even negotiate a few words with the vendors.

"Mr. Ming, what do you think?"

"..."

Now I am taking her to change clothes. The only clothes in the hut are those that Su Ming borrowed from a fellow villager and didn't fit her. If she really wants to live there for a while, she must have clothes that fit her.

to be frank.

Su Ming was tortured.

No matter how plain she wears, as long as it fits her, the curve of her hips will definitely appear. The size cannot take into account the unbalanced chest and hips. Either the top is too big, or the hips are too tight.

And her breasts were not as appropriate as Su Ming had imagined.

A little bigger.

When Su Ming helped her change clothes before, he didn't change the inner clothes. He only changed the outer clothes. Now she changed all the clothes, and they were all the right sizes... Is there really a difference with An Shiyao? Even if there is a cup size difference, it will definitely not exceed 0.1.

"My dear, your partner is so beautiful."

“I look good in anything I wear.”

"..."

The boss who deliberately didn't close the shop until this time was very sweet.

"Mr. Ming, this is all I need."

But she was supposed to be a saint who didn't know much about the world, but she was very sensible and only wanted the simplest and cheapest one. Although it was still a little sexy on her. What could she do? Even a skirt + trousers couldn't cover her curves. She couldn't just wrap herself in three layers of cotton-padded jacket, could she?
"This one, and this one...I want both."

call.

Since it can't be hidden, it's better to show it openly.

11 month 21 day.

late at night.

The secluded cottage is completely opposite to the brightly lit and bustling street on the other side of the tavern.

"Rumble--"

The so-called earthquake 'execution' happened again. But there was no hole near the hut.

The saint simply peeked out, then looked away, squatting beside the bed and rubbing the bedding carefully with her hands.

"Please lie down."

"..."

As for the third wish, Su Ming asked for a long time but still got no answer. They said they couldn't think of one for the time being.

She had changed into clothes that fit her. When she stood up and squatted down, the curve of her hips became more obvious, and after changing into the right underwear, her breasts were no longer small S-shaped...

The soft and smooth hands pressed on Su Ming's back through his clothes. His buttocks were still the same, touching Su Ming's legs from time to time.

Because I took off my shoes, my feet could touch each other without any barrier. It was a little warm.

"Saint..."

"?"

"Really just stay in the temple and pray. It seems like you are used to doing this."

"When I was very young, I wanted to help the important people... I learned it seriously."

"Childhood sweetheart?"

"Ah... no, it's my sister. My sister takes good care of me. She's very kind to me."

"When I was little, I did... Never mind, it's really good."

It was also unconsciously brought back memories when I heard her talking about her childhood.

Enough is enough.

There's nothing to be patient about.

"Thank you for your appreciation..."

"Next, please turn sideways."

Just sideways.

"..."

As Su Ming expected, her gaze unconsciously peeked at a certain place.

But he quickly moved away and pretended nothing had happened while kneading Su Ming's arm.

But it was useless to pretend with such a blushing face. She was not a woman who knew nothing.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Eh?"

She was visibly stunned.

"If I'm interested in women, it means that what you're doing now can be changed into something else at any time."

"..."

She lowered her eyes even lower. Her hands started moving again, continuing to help press the shoulders.

"……It doesn't matter."

The voice was very small, even a little trembling.

"Not annoying...Mr. Ming will always look at butts and stuff."

I really didn't see it. You are looking at breasts now, right?
"..."

Su Ming closed his eyes.

This feeling is really wonderful. The saint still knelt on the bed, leaned over to press her ribs... It seemed that after saying it, she didn't care about her buttocks being touched. Her face became redder and redder. The roots of her ears were completely dyed red.

He did not hide his reaction.

But if you want her help, isn’t it just Chunchun’s birth?

"Mr. Ming..."

"Ok?"

"How can I help you?"

"..."

What help?
Su Ming had no intention of opening his eyes now. He didn't want to look any longer. If he looked any longer, it would really become a death.

"..."

hiss.

All right.

I knew she was asking for help, after all, her warm hands were already there.

"This... looks like it will be very uncomfortable..."

Although I am not completely ignorant of the relationship between men and women, I am still shy. I don't understand.

Su Ming suddenly figured it out.

There is no such thing as being born with nurture in the world. Everyone is one, it just depends on when to transform.

"!"

The moment Su Ming was relieved, she seemed frightened.

"I'm sorry...it got dirty."

"This isn't your problem. There's no need to apologize. It's me who has the problem."

"I'll help you clean it..."

"Need not."

Enough is enough.

This is enough for tonight's birth. Only here, I can still find some compensation from Xiaoye and Yao, saying that at least I stayed true to myself when I was tempted for the first time. Later, she had to give it to me.

There was no birth in the world.

If you do more things, you will be born naturally. The soul is still holy, but the body... that is force majeure. Really.

11 month 21 day.

late at night.

I ran back to my room with a red face. He was next door...

"..."

There is still some residue on the fingertips.

very happy.

He is not traumatized by me and is really not interested in women.

He was also happy that he could still enjoy himself normally.

Staring at my fingertips, I opened my hand.

"What's there?"

"I said a long time ago that I would be your wife in the future."

Although I am no longer qualified to appear in that capacity.

But I have never changed. I still like it.

In addition to the throbbing heartbeat of joy, there was also a sense of inferiority. But I am no longer a saint, I am just a saint who was saved. A saint who fell in love with her benefactor at first sight.

"..."

I pursed my fingertips.

I’m scared when talking about my childhood.

There is no sister. My sister is actually...Mr. Ming.

Forget about it for now. Just think about how you feel about wanting to be his wife. Then, there will only be excitement in your heart.

If you don't hate the Saint, then she will... show her love without reservation.

I'm not a little kid who knows nothing, but I can be the saint Yuna who looks easy to push down, whose real name is... Natasha.

Can I help out at the front of tomorrow's massage? Mr. Ming.

"..."

I was intoxicated.

I started to fantasize for the first time. It wasn't that she would finally talk to me normally, but I was trembling with fear at what would happen next as a saint.

If goddesses really exist.

Please, let me finish this happy dream.

(End of this chapter)