No Way This Is a Quasi-Incest Sex Event... Right?
This was Britis Central Church, the central church of the Holy Kingdom of Hevnia — as good as home for Hamalon. Step out of the confessional, take the passage to the right, and a building comes into view; up on its second floor sits Hamalon's room.
The moment I stepped into my room, I peeled off my clothes and headed straight for the bathroom.
I started scrubbing the sweat and cum from my body, but the semen pooled inside my pussy kept nagging at the back of my mind.
"To wash this out..."
I guess I'd have to gently scrape it from the walls of my pussy... but then, how was that any different from masturbating?
Squeeeze-!!
After slapping both cheeks hard enough to snap myself out of it, I brought the shower hose up close to my pussy and slowly slid the fingers of my other hand inside.
"Hnngh...♡"
Maybe because a cock had been pounding in and out of me so mercilessly, my two fingers slid in with almost no resistance at all.
The ridged, winding walls, and that slick, sticky mess that felt like arousal and semen churned together.
It was a sensation I had never once known back when I was a man.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-!!
"Hnnghhh...♡ Why... does it feel this goood...♡"
This was supposed to be a perfectly wholesome act — just fishing the semen out of my pussy — but the more of those ridged walls my fingers traced, the faster they moved.
Then my pussy clamped down all at once, squeezing my fingers hard enough to snap them.
"So this... was the good spot...♡"
Clenchhh-!!
"Hahhnnghhh♥"
When I pressed two fingers hard against the spot where that extra's cock had been stabbing into me over and over, the grip tightened even further.
Squishhh-!! Squish-!!
My fingers traced tiny circles inside my narrow pussy, moving entirely without my permission.
With every motion, the semen still pooled deep inside me churned together with the arousal pouring out of me without end.
"Hahhahhngh...♡ I'm a s-saintess... so how does this turn me on... this much...♡"
It was technically my own body now that I was Saintess Hamalon, but I still hadn't gotten used to it — so it felt like I was mercilessly finger-fucking the silver-haired, blue-eyed saintess right there in the shower.
The jolt I'd felt back in the confessional, examining my pussy up close, flashed through my head, and I began rubbing my clit with my thumb, soft and teasing, barely grazing it.
"Hnnghhhh♥"
They said the clit was far more sensitive than a cock ever was. They were right.
Just this much was enough to send my hips bucking wildly.
"Th-this is way too easy...?"
Back when I was a man, I'd had to grip my cock and put in the work — hardly what you'd call simple. But now, as a woman, all it took was tapping this little bean again and again, and orgasm after orgasm crashed over me with an intensity nothing from back then could even touch.
"Hahhahhnngh♥"
It felt like I could start and finish the whole thing with a flick and a click.
"N-no, I caaan'tttt♥"
Spurtshhhhh-!!
A massive flood of liquid burst out of me like a dam giving way.
"Hahhnngh♥ Wh-what... is thisss...?! It won't... stoooppp♥"
The moment I gushed yet again, bore down on my upper walls, and pulled my fingers free, they sprang out with a pop — and my eyes rolled back of their own accord.
This reaction. This sensation.
There was no denying it: I had come just from fingering myself a few times.
As if moaning my brains out on a cock hadn't been enough, now I was using that moment as my side dish to get off.
"This is just... a bitch in heat, isn't it..."
The cold splash of post-nut clarity hit the moment the climax passed, and I crumpled right where I stood.
After all that, my head felt clear and my body finally moved at my own command. But between everything I'd been put through before I'd even adjusted to Hamalon's body, a crushing wave of exhaustion rolled over me.
Before I could carve out a story of my own, I had no choice but to throw myself onto the bed.
"Haah... I'm wiped."
It was probably because my divine power had taken a hit from handling two men.
Divine power worked like the sanity stat in other games.
Even at zero HP, you could keep pushing through a dungeon as long as you had divine power left; but even with HP to spare, if your divine power hit rock bottom, you'd be sent back to clear the dungeon from the very beginning.
Divine power drained every time Hamalon got fucked — like earlier — and recovered by resting at save points in town or inside a dungeon.
"So what am I supposed to do starting tomorrow?"
Tomorrow, the men would come charging at me with fire in their eyes, all of them out to get a piece of me. No doubt about it.
"And if my divine power bottoms out like that..."
...I'd get the bad ending.
The moment every player cheers for. Because that's the moment Hamalon becomes a genuine bitch in heat, getting railed like something cheap and vulgar.
Just picturing the scene — her spreading her ass before a line of cocks waiting their turn and purring, "There's... still a hole left here too...♡" — used to make my dick spring right up...
Oh. Right. Don't have one of those anymore.
"Haaaaah..."
Knowing I would have to live through every last bit of it myself, the sighs just kept leaking out.
My ass would have to take it too, and there were tentacles, goblins, orcs — a whole menagerie of monsters lined up to fuck me.
The silver lining, I supposed, was that a veteran of Holy Eos could actually avoid getting fucked by the monsters.
"...Fire!"
Fwoosh-!!
Curious how skill activation actually worked, I blurted the skill name out loud — and a small flame puffed briefly from my palm.
"O... ohhhhh! Magic. I can cast real magic?!"
Turns out getting fucked wasn't the only thing worth worrying about. I could use magic too — the kind that let a man live out his fondest fantasies.
It was a shame there was no interface for checking HP, MP, and divine power at a glance, though.
I'd have to feel my way through every dungeon, piecing all of that together as I went.
Knock knock knock-!!
"Saintess, are you there?"
Who the hell comes knocking all the way up at your room? But the moment I heard the voice, I realized there was no need for caution.
"Yes, Father. Come in."
"Pardon the intrusion."
"Father, I've told you — when it's just the two of us, please call me Hamalon like you used to."
The middle-aged man stepping through the door was Avendot — the man who had taken in Hamalon, orphaned at five, and raised her as his adopted daughter with every ounce of devotion he had. As an elder of Britis Central Church, he was the single biggest pillar behind everything that had carried her to where she stood today.
"Ah, that's right. Old habits die hard. My apologies, Hamalon."
"It's all right, Father. Come and have a seat."
Whenever the two of them were alone, Hamalon wanted Avendot to treat her casually, the way he always had.
Judging by his reactions, Hamalon's character setting and story were exactly as written.
"Were there many come to confess their sins today as well?"
"Two people came for confession today."
"I see. I'm grateful, truly, for all the strength you lend to so many."
"It's work only I can do."
Avendot was exactly the man I knew from the game. His speech, his manner — nothing about them had changed.
He was always the kind, doting father — the only person who embraced Hamalon and treated her warmly, as a person in her own right.
"It seems more and more people have been coming to confess of late."
Gee, I wonder why. Could it possibly have something to do with a certain saintess radiating the most shamelessly lewd pheromones on the continent?
"Then that must mean there are that many lost lambs for me to save."
"Sometimes I fear we've placed too heavy a burden on those shoulders of yours."
"Father, this is the path I chose. You know that better than anyone."
Hamalon had resolved to become a saintess at thirteen, the moment she happened to lay eyes on Saintess Jeanne. After years of grueling effort she succeeded Jeanne as the next saintess, claiming the title of youngest ever to hold the position after her.
"And soon you'll be leaving Hevnia. As your father, I can't help but worry."
"Father, I'm a saintess. There is no evil I cannot cut through."
"And yet you've never faced a creature, have you."
Creatures were what other games called monsters.
Thinking back to when I first started the beta — flailing around, clueless about monster strategies or how to split my HP and MP...
Ugh. God, that was painful to remember.
"Father, if anything, I'm looking forward to it. The moment is coming when I'll strike down every evil in this world and save it."
At that, Avendot stared at my face for a long moment, dumbfounded.
Come to think of it, that wasn't how Hamalon talked.
The thought of clearing dungeons with my own two hands, with far more freedom than any playthrough ever allowed, had my gamer self bleeding through loud and clear.
"Well, it is a saintess's duty. Still, don't push yourself too hard."
"Yes, Father."
"I love you, my daughter. Sleep well."
Avendot pressed a light kiss to my forehead, turned off the light, and stepped out.
In the darkness and stillness of the room, blanket draped over my shoulders, I let myself imagine the dungeon runs ahead.
No more clicking a pixel sprite across the screen with a keyboard.
Like a full-dive game straight out of an anime — even without skills, I could clear dungeons with raw athleticism and quick footwork.
Now that was a romantic adventure.
The only problem was that for the next six months, I was supposed to let the men here fuck me...
"Hold on a second."
Right now, I wasn't bound by a single system restriction. Because I wasn't the player — I was the character herself.
If I left Hevnia the moment the sun came up tomorrow, nothing would stop me.
Which meant I could skip getting fucked by every man in Hevnia and go straight for the dungeons, couldn't I?
"Heheh... yeah. That's the answer. Oh, come on. And here I was worrying over nothing."
Leaving this place at dawn wouldn't pull the morning sex event forward one bit.
There had never been any reason to despair just because this world differed from the Holy Eos I knew.
"The nearest dungeon from here would be Gotiamo Cave."
A dungeon home to goblins — and to the orcs that ruled over them.
As the first dungeon of the run, it wasn't especially difficult; unless you were a truly hopeless player, a first-try clear was well within reach.
I'd treat it as a warm-up — sharpening my combat instincts and learning to manage my HP, MP, and divine power.
"Ha, I can't wait. I want to get to the dungeon and fight already."
An adventure I could get this worked up over just by imagining it — and suddenly the body that had been half-dead minutes ago felt perfectly fine.
Since sleeping was the only way to recover the divine power I'd lost today, I forced my eyes shut.
But.
"Let me just check the skills I can use right now, then sleep."
My heart was pounding too hard for sleep — there was no way I could drift off like this.
"If I remembered right, I had the basic fire, water, and holy skills."
I'd already confirmed the basic fire skill a moment ago, so next up were water and holy.
"The skill name was... Water Shot!"
The instant I thrust out my palm and called the name—
Pew-pew-pew-!!
Water droplets fired off like bullets and smacked into the wall.
Testing a skill indoors, I'd meant to keep the output as weak as I could — and judging by the result, modulating the strength had been the right call.
"And for holy... Holy Symbol!"
Fwaaash-!!
A golden orb took shape above my palm, bobbed up into the air, and blazed brilliant light in every direction.
A skill that healed me while dealing damage to creatures.
Its trademark was the way it floated along above my head like a mirror ball.
"Seriously though, these skill names are fucking lame."
It being a beta and all, the basic skills and the ones you learned early on did feel a bit cheap, name-wise.
But every skill learned later on had a badass name, so this hardly counted as a problem.
"Hamalon, you're not asleep?"
"Going to sleep right now, Father!"
The sound of me testing one skill after another had drawn Avendot's voice through the door.
Like a kid dodging a scolding after staying up past bedtime, I dove under the covers in one swift motion.
"Time to actually sleep. God, I wish tomorrow would hurry up and come."
I did my best to smother the excitement bubbling up at the thought of forging my own adventure, and let sleep take me.
My mind was just beginning to blur at the edges, drifting off—
Thud. Thud. Thud-!!
Someone was climbing the stairs. Then came the sound of my door opening.
Is Avendot coming to check that I'm asleep?
Obviously, Avendot was the only person who would ever set foot in my room.
I was just picturing it — the doting father pausing to watch over his sleeping daughter for a moment before slipping back out—
Clank-!!
Something was being undone — and it sounded exactly like a pants buckle and a belt coming loose.
Hold on. No. No way, right? The thing I'm thinking of... it's not that. It's really not... right?