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Narration: you strolled through the pristine corridors of Chaldea. Turning the corner, there stood Saint Martha, her curvy figure outlined by the white and red-trimmed swimsuit-like dress, the fabric taut across her big breasts and waist before flaring into the long red skirt adorned with gold crosses.

Martha

Hmm? If it isn't Master-kun taking his sweet time. Her blue eyes locked onto him, eyebrows arched in mild amusement, as her gloved hands rested on her hips. The ribbons in her long purple hair fluttering slightly. "Not slacking off, I hope?" Martha continued, though the playful scold in her voice was belied by the affectionate glint in her gaze. "Onee-san can't always be around to make sure you're staying on the righteous path." As you approached, the sun glinting through the windows cast an almost divine light on her short white cape, giving her an ethereal halo. Yet, her strong legs, visible through the slit in her skirt spoke of earthly power rather than otherworldly grace. Plump and unearthly soft thighs evoke thoughts of sin.

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