Kirian's Departure and the Iron-Walled Saintess
Rozalia's biological older brother, Kirian, had left. A cool silence settled over the hospital room.
A bit empty, huh.
He was a normal guy, quite different from the original story. In the original Please Stop Obsessing, Kirian was a madman with a pathological obsession for the saintess.
In the original, he projected the hallucination of his dead little sister onto the saintess. An obsession that he could never lose another precious person again. That protective and possessive desire crossed the breaking point, eventually leading to the insane act of kidnapping the saintess and imprisoning her in some unknown forest.
Rozalia had said this world got its settings conveniently overhauled when the webnovel launched as an otome game. You could tell just from the convenience store inside the Imperial Academy. A romance fantasy loaded with all sorts of modern amenities under the guise of magic engineering. And as for the game's plot...
A lunatic who starts with a confession offensive, then resorts to violence against the saintess later on. A lunatic who wants to gaslight her endlessly and remake her to his tastes. A lunatic who tries to "protect" her by kidnapping her and dragging her off to some forest no one can find to lock her away.
The game was the saintess's story of desperately trying to quietly escape these lunatics and survive.
This isn't just a romance fantasy—it's a horror thriller from the saintess's perspective.
Of course, the normal route had room for improvement. It was the birth of villains that made it that way. The death of a precious person drives people mad. Rozalia from my previous life was like that, and so was Kirian in the original.
The impact of losing someone precious. I already knew that down to my bones.
Well, yeah. I couldn't stand watching my terminally ill girlfriend die first, so I ran away.
A bitter pang like a lingering aftertaste coiled in one corner of my chest.
Then, footsteps approached. Click-clack. Click-clack. A steady rhythm. Careful, delicate steps. Light body weight. It was a girl.
Beyond the hospital room's glass window, a neat silhouette reflected.
Soon, a voice like a clear, pure bell rang out.
"Pardon the intrusion. I am Iris Cromwell, the saintess in charge of the Cathedral Church branch at the Imperial Academy."
Her voice was pristine.
"Young master of the Mercier baron's household, Karn von Mercier. I've come to assist with your discharge procedures. If you've just woken up, please let me know if it's alright to enter now."
A businesslike, rigid tone. An impenetrable distance, high and solid like a fortress wall.
I finished my brief impression and replied.
"Yes. Come on in."
Clunk. The door opened.
Iris Cromwell. The heroine of Please Stop Obsessing. I was intensely curious about her appearance.
I narrowed my eyes. Oh...
Worth the heir of the northern grand duke falling for her at first sight. If Rozalia was vibrant lilacs blooming profusely in spring, the girl before me was a pure white silver bellflower blooming under moonlight. Purity and delicacy. Flawless, pale, clear skin. Silver-white hair covering her forehead and cascading down long. Beneath long lashes, deep blue, intellectual eyes. Lips so pure they seemed untouched by any man's warmth.
Her academy uniform was impeccably neat, without a hint of disarray. With every breath, a faint soap scent seemed to waft through the air around her. A quiet yet resilient aura—calm on the outside, strong within. A white silver bellflower bathed in moonlight. A cold, aloof girl.
And below that...
A slender yet model-tall, lithe figure was revealed. Long legs. Straight spine. And... her chest. It was gone. The front of her blouse was flat as an ironed shirt. A washboard. Gum tits. Iris Cromwell was the perfect flat-chested saintess.
In a way, it suited her position best. Such an immature body wouldn't draw men's gazes easily. A curvless form that could cool any man's ardor.
But flat chest? ...Whatever.
My gaze slowly licked over Iris's nape and the underside of her flat chest.
Before my sordid, deviant lust—honed by clearing countless netorare games—it was actually a plus. My brain spun into overdrive.
The corrupt priest from the original story came to mind. The rotten priest from some rural diocese. A toad-like middle-aged man with a protruding gut and greasy face, sexually exploiting his female followers.
The man the saintess despised most, the one she desperately avoided. Every time she went to report to the Holy Kingdom, that trashy guy eyed her like prey.
This cold, iron-walled Iris would have instinctively sensed his fishy gaze, scorning him like a bug and slinking away.
A man she loathed to death.
In an instant, lewd delusions unfolded.
💋 But as she gets entangled with that dispatched old priest, an inexplicable tension starts to flow. One day, the saintess he bumps into on the street is utterly soaked in lust.
"Ahh... K-Karn...♡ Hah, hnggh...♡"
In my imagination, Iris's neat silver hair was matted to her face with sweat and love juices. As if her hair had just been yanked moments ago, it was disheveled. The shirt buttons stuffed tight were undone to her solar plexus, her tie roughly loosened. Lips that knew nothing of men until days ago were slathered in glossy saliva, flashing a lascivious, seductive smile. And at the corner of her mouth, a single strand of curly pubes clung.
'I just finished greedily sucking a man's cock♡ Heh.' As if proudly boasting she'd come straight from fellating a dick.
"Ah, ahn...!♡ In a place like this... hng, someone sees us...♡"
Beside her stood the old priest, his belly protruding like Mount Namsan. Their distance had grown suspiciously close. Iris nestled in his arms. As he embraced her waist and stickily kneaded that meager, soft, chewy A-cup tit with one hand, a pained moan burst from her lips.
"Hic❤️.."
The old priest pinched and twisted her tiny, erect red nipple with his nail.
"Hiii-!? O-Oh, ooh, Parish Chief...!♡ Th-There, ah, it's the street...♡ Hooooh...!♡"
The man she'd loathed to death❤️ Iris blushed to her ears and clung to him like a pussy in heat, without a trace of disgust.
Peeking through her unbuttoned shirt, her bare skin was densely marked with red kiss marks and bite scars. Finally, the old priest demonstratively sucked a kiss mark❤️ onto her elegant collarbone and delicate nape, drawing out a "Haaahng…💕" from her. The two ignored me completely and walked off.
The iron-willed girl rubbed her cheek against the male's waist without an ounce of resistance, her face flushed. Between her lewdly crumbling legs, sticky pussy juices dripped down her thighs, splattering the street.
An elderly geezer and a uniformed beauty. A corrupt, greedy priest and a pure, iron-walled saintess. A bitch in heat and her master❤️. In broad daylight, they headed toward a love hotel with vulgar steps.
💋 That was where the delusion ended. I lifted my gaze to face reality.
The ice-cold Iris was looking down at Karn with frigid eyes. The sensitive girl had noticed my fishy stare and wrapped her arms around her chest.
'He's a weirdo after all. Why are there so many strange guys at the academy...' Her eyes mixed contempt and disgust, as if saying exactly that.
She let out a short sigh, then spoke in a calm, businesslike tone.
"Patient. These are your discharge papers. Please review and sign. And..."
Her blue eyes sharpened.
"I'd appreciate it if you minded where you look. It's unpleasant."
Straight to the point.
Ah. She totally caught me fantasizing about her...
I took the papers with a shameless grin.
"Ah, misunderstanding, Saintess. I wasn't ogling your holy figure."
"...Then what were you looking at?"
"I was worried how murderously high my hospital bill would be, so my heart sank and my eyes went there. I'm from a rural baron's family—my wallet's thin."
Blatant bullshit. My family was drowning in money.
Iris's neat brows furrowed.
"...Your lies are so brazen and natural."
"It's true. And no need to be so guarded. I'm a taken man."
"Pardon?"
Iris's eyes widened round.
"The bandage mummy you just met... no, the pink-headed upperclassman who came for treatment? That's my girlfriend's brother. If I cheat, I'll probably end up like him."
"Ah..."
Only then did Iris's rigid shoulders relax slightly. The moment my evaluation shifted from brazen weirdo to brazen guy with a scary girlfriend.
A faint, almost smirking chuckle ghosted Iris's lips. The tiniest crack in her solid ice wall.
I took the pen she offered and signed the discharge papers without hesitation. The scratchy friction of pen on paper rang out crisply.
I thrust the papers back at her, leaning in slightly.
"Here you go. Lucky. You're so pretty, Saintess, I might've nodded like a zombie if you'd said to hand over my territory for the bill."
Iris took the papers. Her expression remained serene, but her gaze lingered on my face a moment.
"It'll be covered by academy special funds. Your baron's wallet is safe. And, patient."
"Call me Karn. We're classmates anyway."
"Student Karn." Iris drew a firm line.
"That joke you just made? I might have to ask your girlfriend to muzzle that mouth first."
"Aw, you gonna snitch? Then my girl turns me into a bandage mummy... and I'd have to come back here for treatment?"
I grinned slyly. Iris sighed shortly. Less blame or contempt, more the weary fatigue of dealing with an odd creature.
"Papers confirmed. You may discharge."
Iris turned. Her silver hair swayed above her shoulders. With each step, a faint soap scent tickled my nose, lingering in the room.
A cold, aloof back view. Before leaving, she added,
"Oh, and..."
She cleared her throat, giving me a puzzled glance.
"Ahem. Your body's a bit intriguing, patient. Even holy power didn't take well."
The hospital room door closed.
"...?"
First impression's a pass, I guess?