Gabriella and Celine walked through the dim lamp-illuminated streets of Gulchtown, their heavy cloaks billowing like shadows in the night breeze.

They were quite upbeat since they easily found their target—Ethan Cromwell, the devil's chosen one. He must still be in his training wheels, so they figured victory would be easy. Archangel Michael would praise them and perhaps offer a promotion as a reward.

Regardless of their disguise, the angels' beauty and divine presence turned heads. They began walking faster. It would be a bad outcome if people began worshiping them or if someone pointed out that they didn't belong. It was hard to keep the angel wings in check.

"The abandoned shrine," Gabriella muttered. "That drunkard said it's on the northern edge. We must find it swiftly and eliminate Ethan Cromwell."

They approached a group of ordinary folk. They were a mix of elderly men and women lingering by a lantern post.

They were chatting idly. "Mortals," Celine lowered her hood and spoke to them in a commanding tone. "Direct us to the abandoned shrine at the town's northern border. Which path should we take to get there at the earliest?"

The group paused and scrutinized the strangers. They muttered in admiration, their eyes widening at the angels' towering figures and voluptuous forms hidden under their cloaks.

Males were rare in Gulchtown, only a few elderly men and hormonal boys, all of them perverts who craved sex all day.

An old man with a lecherous grin stepped forward, licking his lips. "Well, well, ladies like you shouldn't be wandering so far along the border. Didn't you hear an Orc army is nearby?"

"We don't care about Orcs," Gabriella replied, letting her hood slip. "There is little time. Tell us where the shrine is."

A boy who already looked middle-aged because of a poor lifestyle sauntered forward. "Hey, girls. I am a fertile male with a five-inch dick. Are you looking for a good time? I can get you pregnant."

Celine narrowed her eyes in disgust. She could smite the kid with her finger, but it was not the time to cause a scene. Time was of the essence. "Sheathe your lust, boy. All we are looking for is directions."

The old man sniggered like a maniac. "Classy whores with bodies like yours probably won't come for free, eh? I'll tell you where the shrine is for a price. How about you show me what's under the cloaks? Or better yet, let me feel them."

A wrinkled woman cackled beside him. "Aye, dearies. You two look like high-class prostitutes. My grandsons will pay ten silver coins each if you spread your legs for them. They are bored with the town's drooping sluts."

Gabriella trembled, and her eyes flashed with holy fury. "Sister, these heathens speak such filthy words."

Celine nodded, gritting her teeth. "This is the dark one's corruption," she hissed, her skin glowing with radiance. "We must correct them."

Gabriella held out her hand in the air, and a golden axe materialized in her grip. The old people and boys staggered back. "Hey, hey, there's no need for violence."

"Filthy sinners!" Gabriella thundered. "This isn't just violence. This is divine retribution! Begone from the lord's sight!"

With a swift motion, she swung her ax down at the crowd. The weapon hit no one, but just because their eyes saw it in action, they got decapitated in a splurge. A dozen heads dropped to the ground in a fountain of blood, and the headless corpses collapsed a few seconds later.

Gabriella let her golden axe vanish into thin air. Celine dusted her hands as if they had just taken out the trash. "Let us proceed. The corruption runs deep here, but it will be healed once Ethan Cromwell dies."

As they continued, whispers reached their ears from a distance. "Sister," Gabriella said. "My senses are picking up some intel. A large group of women is heading to the shrine we are looking for... Something about an orgy with the Count."

The angels exchanged glances. "It must be him," Celine replied enthusiastically. "Wherever he goes, he draws the innocent into debauchery."

They quickened their pace and found a few random women just around the corner. They were all walking northward, perhaps towards a larger group.

Gabriella and Celine quietly blended into the line and followed them. As they drew closer, the scene turned chaotic.

Dozens of beautiful and horny young women started acting in a lewd manner on the path. Some of them were already shedding their clothes.

In underwear or without them, with their skirts hiked, blouses unbuttoned, and breasts bouncing free in the moonlight, something bizarre was happening to them.

The women didn't even have the patience to reach the orgy location. Moans filled the air as pairs and groups indulged in lewd acts. They kissed, fingered and licked each other, sucked on ears, fingers and nipples, rubbed bare buttocks against crotches and so on.

"Oh, gods, I can't believe I am going to get the Count's seed in my womb!" one girl cried out, her hand buried deep between her legs.

Another bent over, spreading her cheeks for a companion's eager mouth. "Make me so wet that the Count will cum inside me within a minute!"

Gabriella and Celine's cheeks flushed despite themselves. In the celestial realms, all sorts of sexual behavior were banned. Even hugs were to be formal, and speech was also restricted. Archangel Michael was very strict about it.

Therefore, coming from such a pure background, the virgin angels were clearly unaccustomed to such mortal depravity unfolding before their eyes. They kept their eyes averted from the sexual acts and focused on their mission.

Gabriella and Celine joined the rear of the crowd to avoid suspicion. They strained their necks to look for Ethan, but no young males were in sight.

"Where is the dark one?" Celine whispered, itching to make her spear manifest. They thought Ethan Cromwell would lead the orgy group, but they couldn't find him.

Shortly after, the group arrived at the abandoned shrine. It was a crumbling stone structure overgrown with vines. Fresh torchlights had now lit the interiors.

At the entrance stood a beautiful girl in a thin, yet conservative, white gown. She looked like a shrine maid. Her youthful figure was perfect for her age, and one could tell that in a few years, she'd become a voluptuous beauty.

"Welcome, dearies!" she called out sweetly. "I'm Cassie, your host for tonight's revelry. Count Ethan Cromwell will arrive soon."

The horny women cheered and hugged each other shamelessly. "However, the orgy must start now," Cassie continued. "We cannot expect Count Cromwell to arrive at a dry, boring event. It has to be hot, wet, and wild! By the time he gets here, we need to be a writhing mass of pleasure. Anyone not interested in participating can leave now. There will be no audience or idle spectators!"

The crowd cheered, surging their excitement on the inside. Women rushed into the shrine hall and stripped fully, their bodies glistening with sweat and arousal.

Soon, they were fingering each other's slick pussies, sucking lips, nipples, and swollen clits. Asses were slapped and spread. Moans echoed off the dreary shrine walls, which had once heard prayers.

The participants found makeshift dildos and plugs and other hardcore materials, and just went crazy as the orgy ignited.

Gabriella and Celine covered their eyes in sheer shame. They hadn't expected Gulchtown women to be so desperately horny and slutty. Did Ethan Cromwell drug them or ensnare them in a dark, magical spell?

"Come in or leave!" Cassie called out from amidst the naked crowd.

"We must blend in," Gabriella whispered to her sister. "People have begun to notice our inactivity."

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