Saint Monica felt weird about the inexplicable reactions in her body. She was proud of her spiritual cultivation, which was quite impressive. Having lived in the open-minded Oville Empire for so many years and encountering numerous outstanding men, she had always maintained her chastity.
She had never engaged in inappropriate behaviors with any man.
Of course, not with women either.
Nominally, she had a husband, but it was just to fool the public and avoid harassment.
That man was nothing more than a puppet controlled by Saint Monica. He hadn't even touched Saint Monica's hand, let alone shared a bed with her.
The Pope of the Holy Court and the Church Venerable of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect were permitted to marry. Additionally, given Saint Monica's graceful figure and beautiful appearance, it was natural for her to have no shortage of suitors.
