Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: Saintess & Witch #03
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The bed Olga had prepared was undoubtedly a custom masterpiece among the finest luxury ones.
Even when I was lying there with my arms and legs bound, it had been the softest bed I'd ever experienced. But trying some intense exercise on top of it really drove that comfort home.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Eek♡"
"Hooook...♡"
"Haaang♡!"
Every time my cock plunged into Olga's pussy, slick with her virgin blood, sweet moans filled the room. Yet the bed didn't creak or shake even slightly.
Thanks to that, it seemed like I could experiment with all sorts of aggressive positions that would be impossible on a regular bed stuffed with fur from alchemically processed animals.
This mating press position was one I'd never even attempted before.
I'd always been afraid of injuring the woman beneath me—maybe hurting her waist or something.
"Wait♡ S-slowly♡ My brain♡ My brain's going♡ all funny♡"
But today, there was no such worry.
Partly because the bed was top-tier, but mostly because I had every justification to pound the woman under me like a slab of meat.
"You seduced me first, Olga. What am I supposed to do when you beg me to go slow?"
"B-but♡ Ungh♡ I'm gonna♡ cum again♡ already♡"
Back when I was a kid in the orphanage, there was this comic about a saintess who turned into a thief at night to steal stuff.
I'd thought it was just a funny gimmick at the time, but who knew the saintess I'd truly believed in would pull something like that!
"You tried to steal my cum in your womb, so you deserve a heavy punishment! No matter how much you beg, I'm not letting up!"
"S-sorry♡ Please forgive me♡ I love my husband so much, that's why♡"
Olga, barely able to think straight amid her panting, still managed a coquettish smile as she flirted back at my outburst.
Who could've guessed that the pure white saintess—kind to everyone, never uttering a harsh word, seemingly untouched by the world's darkness—had such a lewd side?
Even I, the person closest to her, hadn't known. It was probably a secret only the Goddess herself was privy to.
"I trusted you, Olga! For you, the always beautiful and gentle sister, to try stealing my cum!"
"Sorry♡ Sooo sorry♡ Forgive me, husband♡ Instead♡ Punish me plenty♡ With your holy cock♡"
Whether she'd finally surrendered to my cock or not, Olga wrapped her legs around my waist, begging me to discipline her as roughly as I wanted.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Olga's firm, magnificent breasts—always hidden under her modest priestess robes—jiggled enticingly every time I slammed my hips forward, a feast for the eyes.
But the best part was her face. The gentle expression she always wore with half-lidded eyes crumbled into one of pure ecstasy whenever I thrust.
I'd suspected it before, but did I actually have a tendency to enjoy breaking women with intense sex?
No, this was just the conquest fantasy every man harbored.
Take Olga right now—she wasn't just falling apart; because we loved each other, she was genuinely happy even with my rough treatment.
"You're so mean, husband♡ Now that I know♡ about this♡ I can never♡ go back to my ascetic life♡"
I had to wonder just how powerful this double pleasure effect was. Even Olga, with her iron will, was crumbling like this.
"Don't worry. If you want it, I'll pound you senseless anywhere, anytime."
"Yes♡ Love it♡ I love you so much♡ Your raw sex is way better♡ than life as a saintess♡"
"Music to my ears. As a reward, I'll give you lots of kisses!"
The moment our lips brushed, Olga shoved her tongue into my mouth before I could even extend mine, deepening the kiss.
Smack! Slurp! Muah!
The lingering scent of grape wine filled our mouths from earlier.
To think I'd be sharing such an intense, tongue-twirling kiss with a saintess.
'Olga will still lead prayers on Sundays even after doing naughty things with me, right?'
That thought only made me hornier.
The idea of Olga, fresh from our intense mating press, preaching temperance, chastity, compassion, and poverty to the masses while living an ascetic life.
'Gotta dress my other lovers in nun habits later and try some saintess and nun play.'
Lost in such depraved thoughts as I battered her womb, Olga hit yet another climax—I'd lost count—and her pussy clenched down on my cock rhythmically.
"Hnnngh♡ Enough now♡ Fill my empty womb♡ With babies instead of faith, husband♡"
Damn, sometime during all this, Olga had figured out my kink. Even mid-orgasm, she was begging lewdly for it.
Saintess begging for creampie sex. No way I could hold back.
"That was such a good girl today, so I'll fill you up. But next time you get caught stealing cum, expect an even bigger punishment!"
"Y-yes♡ Yes♡ I swear to the Goddess♡ I won't steal any more babies♡ Haaang♡"
The hot, tight grip of her pussy squeezing my cock was thrilling, but her baby-begging words pushed me over the edge into ejaculation.
Spurt! Splurt! Shudder!
"Hngghk...♡ So hot..."
In the pinned mating press, my body trembled as I came, and Olga—face enraptured like a devotee witnessing a divine miracle—stuck out her tongue, savoring the joy of her womb filling with cum.
This wasn't a holy saintess anymore; she was a cum-loving slut. Instead of being a model for the Northern Church, she seemed perfect as a model for our harem.
"Hoo... I figured we wouldn't get to have sex here, but look at us."
I finally released my pressure on Olga's body, then gently laid her dazed form properly on the bed.
I had no idea what time it was, but even if we went back to our room, it'd just be Kaiyen waiting. Should I torment Olga all night?
"...Arthin, were you always the type to get so forceful during sex?"
Oh right, Violet. I'd gotten so caught up in the intensity that I'd momentarily forgotten she was there.
"..Huh? Oh, yeah... No, this is just because Olga likes it."
"..You're a pervert, Arthin. Have you been doing this kind of twisted stuff with the other girls too?"
I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes and hung my head low.
Damn it, you idiot! Pull yourself together! How could you get more lost in it than Olga under double pleasure magic!
"...I heard you went all night with the other girls, but you still have energy left?"
"..Huh? Yeah?"
As I reflected on my mistake, Violet sat on the edge of the bed, scooted close, and began gently stroking my thigh—now starting to show some muscle definition.
"..I've been waiting a long time too. Is that no good?"
"Y-you sure? I thought you were saving yourself for an important day..."
My first time with Violet wasn't just big for us—it was a huge deal for the other women too.
We'd prepared a special event for a memorable occasion, all to honor Violet who always yielded to everyone else...?
"I wasn't big on lewd stuff and wanted to wait for the perfect moment... but seeing you go at it so intensely... made me jealous."
Seeing her shy smile, Little Arthin—who could never be satisfied with just one round—proudly stiffened up again, twitching in all its massive glory.
"Oh my..! It got hard again already..? I heard guys have a really tough time going multiple times..?"
"If you're okay with it, I can do it anytime."
"Arthin..."
Violet and I gazed quietly into each other's eyes, then clasped hands.
Soon, I felt the soft touch of her lips and pulled her into my embrace.
*
Olga fought to steady her breathing, calming herself against the overwhelming pleasure threatening to knock her out if she lost focus even for a second.
'How did my plan go so wrong..?'
Where had it all gone off the rails? She'd thought the plan was perfect.
Sure, she'd ended up having sex with Arthin, but she hadn't monopolized his time, nor gotten pregnant with his child.
...Of course, it made her happy that Arthin had declared he'd love her even against the world.
-"Arthin has something called a status window."
"A status window...? What's that?"
"It's... like a revelation or the world's will or something..."-
At first, she hadn't fully grasped what Kaiyen meant by "status window." But when Arthin, flustered by her confession, kept staring at one spot in the air...
Olga realized he was seeing something akin to a revelation.
It was probably like the messages she received whenever she contemplated suicide. The world or the Goddess clearly wanted her to keep living in purity.
But Arthin had chosen her. And knowing it was his true will—not just a response to her setup—made it all the more joyful.
'..But still, something feels off. The whole flow seems unnaturally twisted..'
The nagging sense of wrongness wouldn't leave her mind. The alien heat of Arthin's cum flooding her womb only disrupted her focus further.
'...Agnes. How did that woman know my trauma to send that love letter?'
As her head cleared, the first real red flag was the love letter. Arthin had indeed died because of her letter in the past life, but after the heretics controlling the Inquisition were exposed, the consensus was that his death was merely a pretext.
And considering Princess Agnes's personality, it was even stranger. Olga had sent a provocative letter, but it was more like a declaration of war—a bold claim on Arthin, not a sneaky ambush.
It was also a safeguard: ensuring no one would suspect accident if something happened to him, restraining rash actions, while allowing her to negotiate a truce for his sake no matter how things played out.
Agnes, as a princess, should've understood that subtext. Would someone like her stoop to insidious provocation dredging up personal trauma?
'...If the princess had no malice, did someone provoke her into it?'
...The most suspicious part was Violet's timing.
Violet, who could assess the situation and barge in freely—why show up at such a dramatic moment, risking danger?
If she'd brought musclehead Shaomei or a unicorn to heal Arthin with holy power, even if Olga had fought back, she couldn't have kept him to herself.
'..No, I couldn't monopolize him anyway. Even now, I'm barely conscious, panting from the pleasure... wai... what?'
The moment that thought crystallized, Olga instinctively turned toward Violet and Arthin.
"Smack... sluuuurp..."
There, Violet was kissing Arthin. What? Why had her gut just screamed to look at Violet?
"...!"
And in that instant, Olga saw it.
Violet, eyes supposedly closed in the kiss with Arthin, had slyly opened them just enough to smirk right at her.
'..Did she just mock me? That innocent, airheaded girl?'
The laugh in her eyes was unmistakable mockery. The complete sneer of a victor.
"Ar...thin..?!"
Slap!
The moment Olga softly called out, sensing something wrong, Violet's hand—roaming Arthin's back—flicked sharply, activating a sleep spell.
Thud!
"..Slurp, did Olga just call me or something..?"
"Mmm... Looks like the pleasure knocked her out. Probably sleep-talking. Anyway, a bit more..."
"Got it, got it. We've got plenty of time, so no need to rush."
Arthin felt a vague unease but brushed it off under Violet's coaxing kisses.
Violet, all the while, wore a knowing smile.