Becoming a Saintess in an Erotic Game
“I-If you do this…♡ It’s wrong, Brother…♡ Such a terrible sin…♡ Hnghyaaah♥”
A cock far too massive for my belly to take kept driving deep inside me, pulling out, then plunging back in again and again.
I tried over and over to shove away the man who had come for confession, insisting it was wrong. But the moans spilling from my mouth only made his cock angrier.
In the end, my entire body convulsed as if in seizure under the relentless piston thrusts.
“What the hell am I supposed to do when the Saintess is this fucking wet? Do you even know how many times I’ve jerked off imagining you?”
Crude, blunt harassment poured out without end.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-!!
The enormous cock churning my insides delivered pleasure so intense it threatened to shatter my brain.
“L-Lord Kairos would never…♡ overlook this…♡ Hyaaaaang♥”
“What are you talking about, Saintess? God gave you to me so I could fuck you senseless.”
“N-No, that’s not…♡ Hnghyaaah♥”
I warned him that the Lord would be furious, but it didn’t land at all.
“Not? What’s not? You’re clamping down like you were made for my cock!”
Squelch-!!
Confession had never been the goal. This man’s only purpose was to fuck me in a place no eyes could reach.
No matter how many times I refused him in my heart, this body was throwing every filthy trick it knew just to feel that thick cock better—rippling my walls to make it throb harder, or clamping down tight the moment he pulled out so he would feel that first-entry squeeze all over again.
“Hnghiiik♥ Th-There…♡”
“You like it here, Saintess? I’ll bury it as deep as you want.”
Whenever he pressed that weak spot, my pussy clenched hard enough to milk him dry.
With a body like this, of course the man had no intention of pulling out.
“Saintess, do you have any idea how many men in this place want to fuck you?”
“H-How would I…♡ ever know that…♡ Hyaheuk♥”
“I’m the first one in this whole village to get you—beating every other bastard to it. Fuck, this is so good!”
A man fucking the Saintess inside the confessional. It was such a perfectly erotic-game development. And true to being the protagonist of that game, this body was drawing strength from the filthy pleasure his cock gave it.
That strength—
“Hurghuk…! Fuuuck. Clamp down already, you bitch! How many times have you been stuffed like a whore to get this tight?”
—was used for only one thing: satisfying the owner of the cock buried inside me.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-!!
“I-I can’t… aaah♥”
“Can’t what? Wearing an outfit like that is basically begging for a pregnancy shot. Why don’t you just be honest and enjoy it, Saintess?”
As if I could enjoy this.
I was a man to begin with. Who the hell would enjoy having the thing that used to hang between my own legs just a few days ago tearing my insides apart?
“Hgyaaaaang♥”
“Let’s die once today, Saintess.”
“I caaan’t♥”
Brrrrrrrr-!!
My pitiful voice meant nothing. Cum thick enough to melt everything poured into me in a single violent flood.
“W-Why…♡ Why am I like this… Hahgut…♡”
Holy Eos.
From the moment beta testing began, it had been the talk of every user—an erotic game that let you enjoy both dating-sim and roguelike elements at once.
Inside the village you played the dating sim; outside, the roguelike. The main point was fucking Saintess Hamarlon in every way imaginable.
And I had been a twenty-five-year-old male player who collected every single CG in the beta version.
I had been sitting at my computer as usual, grinding for an all-CG clear guide video of Holy Eos, when thunder crashed and my studio apartment blacked out.
Annoyed at the shoddy wiring, I had been about to pull one out while browsing the Holy Eos CG collection on my phone—when a blinding golden light erupted from the monitor.
When I opened the eyes I had squeezed shut, I was standing in Erdia, the starter village of Holy Eos. And I had become Hamarlon Archontia, the protagonist of Holy Eos.
As the first person to all-collect every CG, this world should have been painfully familiar. No—it had to be familiar.
“Don’t go collapsing already, Saintess. Get up.”
“Hahng…♡ P-Please…♡ stop…♡”
“What are you talking about? I’ve only cum once.”
This man wasn’t even supposed to have a route that let him fuck Hamarlon.
He was just an extra meant to show a slice of Hamarlon’s daily life at the start of the story in the starter village.
A wholesome confession, then leaving the confessional—that was how the story was supposed to begin.
Squelch-!!
“Hehurghuk♥”
“Fucking bitch tastes amazing!”
Right now he was fucking me with passionate, filthy abandon.
“Be honest, Saintess. Every time you see a cock twitching in someone’s pants, your pussy starts aching to get stuffed, doesn’t it?”
I’m not gay—why the hell would I jerk off to something like that?
“You’ve seen how every man’s pants get thick whenever they look at you, right? Hard not to notice.”
That part was exactly the same as the Holy Eos I knew.
At first Hamarlon never realized it, but after getting thoroughly fucked by people and monsters alike, the moment her eyes opened she started to understand.
“When I stabbed right here earlier, you got even tighter.”
“Th-That place… is… n-no…”
Thrust-!! Thump-thump-thump-!!
“Ngaaah♥”
The man seized my arms hard enough to break them and mercilessly stabbed his cock into that weak spot again.
It was the same motion as driving something straight down from above.
Every time, the precum beading on his glans stuck stickily to my walls, then pulled free again.
“M-My breasts…♡”
I had only meant that my nipples, scraping against the confessional wall, were starting to throb.
“What, do your tits hurt?”
He didn’t miss a single word.
I bit my lip hard in a hurry, but—
“Well, of course they’d hurt if these huge tits are bouncing around. So I’ll make them feel better for you.”
Squeeze-!!
“Hyaaaeung♥ Th-They’re gonna… burst…♥”
He crushed my breasts in his grip and pinched my nipples between his fingers until they felt ready to tear.
“Fuck, even your tits are insanely soft. This whole body is just built to be a cock sleeve.”
When the village segments played out as a dating sim, the player became a man and pursued Hamarlon. If I had entered the world of Holy Eos, then the dialogue choices should have been the words these men spat out.
The problem was that I had zero information on this particular man, so I had no idea which lines would let me avoid sex.
Result: I was getting thoroughly fucked right now.
“I’m gonna dump another load in you. Take it properly, Saintess.”
“I-I can’t… aaah♥ Any more and… my belly…♡”
“Hnnngh…!”
“It’s going to burst…♥”
Even for a second climax, the cum was just as thick and scorching as the first, flooding my pussy and womb to the brim.
“Hnghiiik…♡”
The moment he released my arms I collapsed. As if it had been waiting, cum gushed out and painted the confessional floor pure white.
“Thanks for the good time, Saintess. I’ll come ask again later.”
He casually pulled his clothes back on and left the confessional, leaving me behind still spilling his seed.
“Haaah…♡ This is… fucking ridiculous…”
In an instant I had become a woman, gotten stuffed with cock, and even taken a creampie.
There was no way I could feel good about that.
“Why the hell is everything different?”
I would have welcomed being dropped into the world of my favorite game with open arms.
But getting fucked like a dog the exact same way was crossing the line.
“Hngk…♡”
I braced against the wall and forced myself up. Cock slime oozed thickly from my pussy. The thinner parts ran down my thighs; the rest splattered onto the floor.
Judging by the beta content, there were roughly twenty men who would fuck Hamarlon, plus about ten monsters.
None of them were going to leave me alone.
“Wearing clothes like this is basically begging to get fucked.”
How was a Saintess’s outfit a black high-leg leotard?
No underwear underneath, and the zipper went straight down to bare skin.
A Saintess optimized for an erotic game in every way.
“You’ve seen how every man’s pants get thick whenever they look at you, right?”
The man’s voice suddenly circled through my head.
When I first stood in the middle of an Erdia street as Hamarlon, I had seen it all.
Every man who glanced my way had a lower belly swollen to bursting.
“Aaaagh! Forget it already. From now on I only think about getting fucked less.”
It was all because of that setting: from the moment she turned twenty, she began radiating an aura that drove every male—human or monster—into heat and drew them to her.
If it weren’t for that goddamn setting, I wouldn’t have gotten fucked out of nowhere like this.
“This is the starter village confessional, so if the story follows the original…”
I tried to recall the plot ahead and let out a deep sigh.
“I still have to get fucked by two more guys…! Fuck, this is seriously not okay!”
What if, like the man just now, the story diverged from the beta and I got fucked by way more men—maybe even gangbanged?
Just thinking about it made nausea rise in my throat.
I curled up and clutched my head—then.
“…Smell of cum.”
Maybe because of the position, the loads the man had dumped twice came pouring out like a waterfall.
“This is seriously fucking disgusting.”
Despite the words leaving my mouth, my hands had already spread my pussy wide and were carefully watching the cum flow out.
“Haa… hgut…♡ Why am I like this…?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed at myself to stand up, over and over, but my body refused to obey.
I was savoring the scent for a long time, leaning my face closer to the white puddle, when—
“I’ve come for confession.”
A man’s voice reached me. The voice was extremely familiar.
It belonged to Carti, the young man who was supposed to be the first to try fucking Hamarlon in the starter village.
“Please take your seat.”
I hurriedly rose and continued speaking through the thin wooden wall between us.
To get Carti’s CG of fucking Hamarlon, you needed one confession plus two events inside the village.
For now there was no chance of getting fucked by this man, so I just had to do my duty as Saintess.
“Do not blame others for your own faults. Speak of them objectively and honestly.”
Carti’s first confession was supposed to be about how, jealous of a neighbor’s good fortune, he had secretly killed their livestock in a fit of rage…
“Every time I see you, Saintess, lewd thoughts refuse to leave my head.”
Excuse me? What?
“My lower half swells until it feels ready to burst, and thoughts of ravaging you without restraint never stop.”
What the hell kind of confession was this?
“I have tried countless times to suppress it myself, but it has not been easy.”
“I-I see. Young lamb, it is natural to feel desire. Therefore…”
“Then may I relieve that desire right now?”
Did I mishear?
Thud-!!
I blinked rapidly, realizing something was seriously wrong—just as something bumped against my forehead.
It reeked, and it was hot enough to burn skin.
It was Carti’s cock.
Carti’s cock had shoved itself through the hole cut in the wall that separated confessor from Saintess.
If you asked why there was a hole in the wall, the answer was simply: because this was an erotic game.
“Y-Young lamb… right now…”
No matter what happened, I had to refuse the cock right in front of me—yet for some reason my lips trembled and a smile formed. Hot breath slipped out of my mouth of its own accord.
“At this rate I feel I will burst and die. So please… I beg you to take care of it for me.”
I… just got fucked a minute ago?