Femdom Saintess (姓女) vs Furry-Pervert Exorcist

The day after eating a hot pot so awful that the sardine pie I had eaten in England seemed like a delicacy.

I clutched my rumbling stomach and took a seat beside the tentacle-loving shaman with a haggard expression.

Gurgle! Gurgle! Grrr...

Apparently, the hot pot Seongha had made was the real problem, because my pathetic stomach had been sending me signals nonstop since last night.

I clutched my aching stomach again and told the shaman that I would be away for a moment.

"I'm going to the bathroom. My stomach's especially upset today."

"Did you eat food waste or something? Doesn't that body of yours shrug off most poisons?"

"I did eat something comparable. So, when is the saintess supposed to arrive?"

"About thirty minutes? Maybe forty. You can take your time."

"Then I'll really take my time. I'll arrive on schedule, so don't worry too much."...