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“Demon.”

Yuris muttered softly, her expression unusually stiff.

It seed that even Yuris, a ‘Saint Candidate,’ was unaware of the existence of demons, as confird by our conversation in the carriage.

“….”

Although ‘Saints’ technically fell outside the church’s formal hierarchy, they were generally considered to be just below the Pope in standing.

I thought that might an she could have access to ‘Sealed Designated’ docunts…

However, Yuris was not a ‘Saint’ but a ‘Saint Candidate.’

As I had ntioned before, there was originally no such thing as a Saint Candidate.

Typically, ‘Saint’ was a lifelong position, and a new Saint was chosen directly as soon as the previous one retired.

This was the first ti the church had chosen ‘Saint Candidates’ on its own.

“No, perhaps it’s for the better.”

Currently, Yuris has a high chance of becoming the next Saint…

But if she didn’t beco one, she returned to being a commoner.

Then, knowing information related to ‘Sealed Designation’ could be quite dangerous.

“…I’m sorry, Master. You asked for help from a bitch… but a bitch can’t think of anything the demon couldn’t repay.”

“No, it’s okay. I asked just in case, and I have a way.”

“What?! You, you have a way?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t know whether it would work or not until I tried…

But this was the only path available.

“Woooahhh!”

Poporing wildly ssed up her already frizzy hair.

“I don’t know! I just don’t know!”

For research purposes, I had bought ‘extra-large dildos’ and condoms from a nearby adult store.

“…The largest one isn’t even half the size of a forearm!”

But it was far from the forearm size that the blonde woman had shown.

And now she understood why the blonde lady ca to the store with her face completely covered.

Anyone could tell it was a suspicious disguise, but…

Poporing also wrapped her face up when she went to buy dildos.

‘Please give the biggest dildo you have!’

There was no way she could deliver that line with a straight face!

“Sigh… When will I find my match? anwhile, that blonde couple is constantly all over each other…”

The blonde woman seed a bit risqué, but the couple appeared to be a perfect match, embodying the ideal of a handso man with a beautiful woman.

‘But how does the pink-haired lady who arrived with them fit into the picture?’

Inside the gallery, Poporing, known as ‘the one with a thousand masks,’ had experinted with various roles, yet in reality, she struggled to even hold hands with a man, much less engage in aningful conversation.

‘Is she just an acquaintance… Or did they happen to et by chance in front of the store?’

Poporing, the epito of solitude and inexperience, couldn’t fathom the possibility of a threeso occurring in real life.

“No, this isn’t the ti to be pondering this! …Shit! Can it really be the size of a forearm?”

The notion of possessing sothing the size of a forearm in one’s lower regions was beyond belief.

She had never heard of a demon race, which Forbes had ranked first in average size, possessing mbers as large as forearms.

But if…

Admittedly, she assud it was an exaggeration, but if it were true…

“…If it’s real, then sothing twice as thick as this is supposed to fit inside?”

Poporing’s mouth went dry as she examined the dildo.

By her rough estimate, a foreign object about 1/5 the size of Poporing was ant to fit inside her.

It was enough to earn the title ‘Terror Destroyer’!

“No, no way! Absolutely impossible!”

Physically, it seed inconceivable to insert it from below.

Despite the fear, the thought of actually inserting it made her worry about internal damage.

“Still, if it’s from the top…”

Yet, from above, it sohow seed feasible.

“Not that I’m… curious or anything… but, well, you have to experience everything once, right? And to create a condom, I first need to understand what it feels like…”

There were so many phenona in the world that defied theoretical understanding.

How often had things appeared flawless in theory, only to falter in practice?

Every invention was created through countless trials and errors.

“…Baaaah-.”

Poporing barely managed to open her small mouth wide enough for it to fit.

But twice the thickness of this…

“Behaa─”

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