A Dogfight is the Most Enjoyable Kind of Fight
A Dogfight is the Most Enjoyable Kind of Fight
My tears wouldn't stop. I couldn't help but be happy that the taste I hadn't felt no matter what I ate was finally perceptible.
Of course, it wasn't exactly good that I had to eat it with something slimy and sticky, but after spending a few days here, it felt like it was finally filling the void of joy I hadn't felt no matter what I ate.
"Heeuk, heuk..."
What on earth was the problem?
Wiping my tears with my sleeve, I chewed on the tear-soaked sausage, then swallowed what was in my mouth.
My palm was thickly smeared with semen, but more importantly, I was able to taste something, somehow.
It felt like what I had gained right now was greater than the unpleasantness.
Dropping my head and shedding tears, I repeatedly recalled the strong taste of the sausage I had just eaten, and was immersed in its afterglow for a long time.
Unlike Kylon, who said it was too fishy to eat, Kylon's semen tasted sweet to me, and I realized I could taste the sausage eaten with it.
This was undoubtedly nothing short of miserable.
I couldn't understand at all why I had such a body, and it meant I could only taste things properly by doing something like this.
A sense of self-loathing also lingered, wondering if I really had to go this far just to taste something.
It was inevitable that revulsion would creep in once I faced the fact that this was semen again.
However, since it didn't have that peculiar fishy smell, and the thought that it might allow me to taste things, halved that revulsion, making it easier to approach.
Clenching my sticky fist tightly, I trembled.
Trembling, I hunched my body further forward, rested my forehead on the edge of the table, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Then, tears flowed down my eyes, dripping onto the floor.
As I was shedding tears for a long time, Kylon was behind me, placing a hand on my back.
"Are you alright? Y-you can taste it?"
The warm touch stabilized my trembling body a little, allowing me to let out a somewhat calmer breath.
"Uh, yeah..."
Feeling his touch, I sat up, then realized the semen was gradually cooling and hardening on my hand, and stared blankly at it.
"...Could you clean this up for me?"
"Here."
Once it cooled, even the lessened revulsion quickly surged, so I had no choice but to ask for Cheonggyeol Mabeop, and seeing that, he readily used Cheonggyeol Mabeop.
My hand instantly became dry and clean, and the floor was spotless. I stared at it for a moment, then picked up the fork again.
But I just hesitated, pausing.
Recalling that I couldn't properly taste it unless I ate it together, a sense of self-loathing made my glabellum furrow involuntarily.
I was stuck, unable to move forward.
"......."
No matter how much it allowed me to taste, no matter how little revulsion I felt towards its smell, ultimately, it could still be called excrement, couldn't it?
Of course, I don't know if it's okay to call the Baby Seed that makes babies excrement, but anyway.
As I bit my lip and carefully lowered the fork I had picked up, he stared blankly at me.
"What's wrong?"
"No, well... I don't know."
I couldn't give Kylon a proper answer to his words.
Doesn't it seem crazy? Asking for semen every time I eat is unreasonable to begin with, and whether I can mentally endure eating it like that is also questionable.
It's bleak. After experiencing such a taste, could I really go back to eating meals with a faint taste that I can barely perceive even if I concentrate on whether it's there or not?
Indeed, the thought of whether I could endure bland tastes after this stimulating one made me ponder a lot at that moment.
Damn my taste buds.
I couldn't help but realize anew that this body was somehow wrong.
I couldn't understand how much more I had to break down.
As I increasingly felt that my body was strange, I found it harder and harder to accept it.
"I don't know..."
So, I just repeated the answer I gave Kylon, mumbling it again.
Because truly, I don't know what I should do from now on.
"...Aren't you going to eat more?"
"I've lost my appetite."
There were still many sausages cut into bite-sized pieces. But even knowing that I wouldn't be able to taste them properly now, I didn't want to put them in my mouth again.
Because I knew how much the sense of loss would be maximized.
"You said you could taste it?"
"...Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full."
So, despite Kylon's words, I just kept my mouth shut and tried to convince myself.
Even if I ate more, I might fill my stomach, but it would be difficult to satisfy a mouth that felt such a sense of loss.
Sometimes, isn't it like that?
When food is tasty, the number of chewing motions increases, but when it's not, the jaw naturally moves less.
What joy is there in putting something tasteless into your mouth and chewing it?
So, in the end, I had no choice but to give up everything.
The self-loathing that hadn't surfaced while eating, now surged after I had finished eating and cleaned up, making it difficult to ask for semen again just to eat this.
It might not be that lesbian who's crazy,
but me.
*
Taking off the veil, shaking my bangs a few times, and clenching my fists tightly, I still felt unsettled, so I sat blankly on the bed, letting out a sigh.
However, just as I was trying to sort out my feelings, Linda and Agnes returned, so I had to move rooms, which I did carefully.
Kylon would sleep with Linda, and I would sleep with Agnes, so that's what we did.
I gestured to Kylon, and before he could say anything, I moved to the room I would share with Agnes, where I placed the clothes Kylon had given me onto the blanket with a thud.
I took off the veil and tidied my hair.
After running a hand through my flowing hair, I unfastened the cape draped over my shoulders and slowly took off the dress-like garment that emphasized my chest.
Of course, the stockings and Garter Belt still remained, so there was nothing I could do about them.
Changing back into comfortable clothes and making sure the necklace was properly positioned in front, I felt my body lighten.
Well, unlike before, I didn't dislike the Saintess's Robes I had been wearing earlier.
It was a relief that the side slit was gone, reducing what I had to worry about. Indeed, I found more peace of mind in wearing more clothes rather than less.
As I was tidying up the clothes I had taken off, Agnes, who had been subtly watching from the side, cautiously asked.
"Saintess-nim, what's with the Dagger?"
What caught her attention wasn't the outfit I was wearing, but the Dagger fastened with a strap alongside the thigh-high stockings.
Unlike a knife, it had a considerable weight and size, subtly exuding an intimidating presence.
I had secretly brought it out after asking for it when changing clothes at the Nunnery Training Center, but I figured it wouldn't matter if I told Agnes, so I opened my mouth.
"It's my Self-defense Dagger... a Dagger imbued with Divinity after the Head of the Religion-nim's prayers. Would you like to see it?"
"...Really? Th-then I'd like to see it."
Perhaps because she was a noble of the Holy Kingdom, Agnes, acting like a devout believer, approached me with sparkling eyes and drew the Dagger from its leather-strapped sheath.
The cleanly refined blade and the gold patterns adorning it were pleasing to the eye.
And on the central iron near the hilt, a golden cross was embedded, and its unique pattern officially declared it a Holy Kingdom artifact, signifying that the Divinity bestowment procedure through prayer was complete.
Seeing it, Agnes let out an 'ooh' as if she had seen something magnificent, then nodded and handed it back to me.
"It truly is a valuable sword."
"Haha... I brought it because I believe I have to take care of my own body."
I took the Dagger she returned and carefully put it into a drawer.
Because I thought Kylon might see it later and seize it from me in a fit.
No, wait a minute.
The reason Kylon takes sharp objects from me is because he's afraid I might harm myself, right?
Then, if I no longer have such abilities, even if I have sharp objects, I won't harm myself, so perhaps he won't take them even if he knows?
That thought crossed my mind, and I let out a small groan, then slowly put my feet on the bed, falling into contemplation.
Then, asking Kylon to buy me a weapon later doesn't seem like a bad idea, does it? Wouldn't it be good if I also gradually learned how to fight?
If I had magic power, I could use magic, and Divinity is out of the question now... If I had neither, it would be fine if I could at least help with brute force, or just take care of myself so that other companions wouldn't have to worry.
Just when I thought it wouldn't be strange to have my own weapon soon, Agnes's voice suddenly addressed me.
"Speaking of which, Saintess-nim?"
"Yes, Agnes Sister-nim."
"Um... have you been traveling with Kylon from the beginning?"
"......Yes."
I was startled by the sudden call, but realizing that the topic was about Kylon, I readily agreed to listen and looked at her.
Agnes, boasting beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, cautiously and with a slightly shy expression, opened her mouth.
"By any chance, do you know what Kylon likes...? That, um, I can't act as dissolutely as Li-Linda..."
She's already showing rivalry towards Linda. Calling Linda dissolute.
Well, it would be strange not to know, given that they keep sharing the same room every night and moaning 'ang-ang' every night, but I could only offer admiration and praise for Agnes's attempt to insert herself between them.
The path ahead was clearly going to be a muddy one, and those who met at its end were bound to have a mudslinging fight, but isn't a dogfight always the most enjoyable kind of fight?
I carefully tilted my head, then mumbled.
"I don't know much, but... it seems the Hero-nim enjoys pleasures, so asking him once might not be a bad idea."
"Ple-pleasures...? Sa-Saintess-nim, don't you object to such things?"
"No. Since it is the action of someone closest to the Goddess-nim, there is nothing to object to."
"Ah...! Is that so?"
A smile crept onto Agnes's face, as if she was subtly pleased.
Seeing that, I nodded and then got back onto the bed to prepare for sleep.
Rejoice, Kylon, for I am helping with your love life.