Nine Summers of Divine Punishment

When she was young, Wakako had a master. Others called her Lady Saint. The Saint had skin like ice and bones like jade, beautiful beyond human. She appeared cold on the outside, but spoke softly and gently. Others said the Saint was destined to be offered to the King as his queen, sacred and inviolable, and that commoners like them should keep their distance. “Are you leaving?” the Saint said calmly. “Only you will talk to me.” Wakako couldn’t bear it, so she held her hand and solemnly made a promise: “I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you.” The Saint was stunned, then nodded. Life is unpredictable. Later, during political turmoil, the Saint disappeared and was rumored to be dead. Wakako became a decorated mercenary, but she still couldn’t forget her former master. During an urgent mission, she was forced to drink with her target and was subsequently drugged. When she woke up, she found herself tied up and unable to move. Opening her eyes, she saw the snow-white skinned Saint in front of her, her features seeming to radiate a divine light, making one want to submit at her feet and become her devotee. Wakako had never been able to forget that face. “Explain yourself,” the delicate Saint commanded. Just as expected, the Saint had blossomed into an Omega, as ripe and alluring as a crimson cherry. Her pheromones, released without restraint, instantly made the knees of the Alpha, who had never touched a woman before, weak. She crouched down, looking at the flushed Wakako: “You know what the punishment will be if you don’t.” For as long as she could remember, Miki had lived like a puppet. Her family told her she was the most noble Omega, destined to become the King’s Queen. She had to be impeccably behaved, memorize noble etiquette, and learn how to please the King. But no one truly cared about her. Until she met that girl, the clumsy, silly Alpha. Despite knowing nothing, she laughed without a care in the world, fearless and bold, promising to take Miki away. It was the first and only time Miki had ever wanted to hold someone’s hand. And she never intended to let go.