The Saintess Who Refuels Mana by Getting Herself Off
Orcs and High Orcs were similar creatures with one critical difference: intelligence. Orcs were smarter than goblins, and High Orcs smarter still—so much so that they didn't appear until the fourth dungeon, where they even started casting magic. For five of them to show up in the first dungeon was flatly absurd.
"How... how am I supposed to deal with this...?"
She hadn't even finished looting the floor. At best, she'd cleared maybe thirty percent of it. At that pace, the game should have been throwing more goblins at her, not this.
"Don't tell me... the boss of this floor is five High Orcs?"
No matter how she turned it over in her head, it made no sense... or wait—did it? If this was reality rather than a game, maybe it did. The creatures down here had built an entire ecosystem on pure survival of the fittest, after all.
"This is... even beyond me."
Even as a player, this was the kind of bullshit difficulty that would've had her hurling her mouse and headset across the room. Now, still unaccustomed to fighting with an actual body instead of a keyboard, it was a straight-up catastrophe.
"Restore!"
A small trickle of divine power knit her battle tights back together where the goblins had shredded them, and she immediately broke into a sprint to put distance between herself and the orcs.
"GRAAAAGH!"
"Are you kidding me?! Why are you chasing me so goddamn hard?!"
The five hulking bodies that had stood motionless when she first laid eyes on them were now barreling after her like they'd lost their minds. Unlike the goblins, she didn't get the sense these things wanted to catch her and have their way with her.
She was going to die. She was going to die for real.
"Oh, come on! Why is this happening to me?!"
Things had felt off ever since the Avendot incident. This was not the Holy Eos she knew. She ran with nothing but forward in mind until she slammed up against a solidly sealed dead end, five High Orcs thundering at her heels the whole way. There was no game logic here where monsters politely gave up the chase near an exit.
"Hah... hahh..."
Even without a visible interface for divine power and mana, she could roughly gauge both from what she felt inside her body. About fifty percent divine power left, seventy percent mana. Burning any more divine power here would leave her dangerously defenseless if they caught her, so enhancing her skills was off the table.
"Then... I'll just have to burn through every last drop of mana."
These things were obviously the boss. If she could take them down, she could find a rest area, recover, and then mop up whatever goblins were left. Simple.
"Just a little more... come on, just a little!"
The instant the five High Orcs closed the distance, she thrust her palm out straight, fingers spread wide.
"Burn, all of you! Fire!"
She felt every remaining drop of mana converge into her palm as the wavering flames coalesced into a massive sphere.
KABOOOOM--!!
A deafening roar split the cavern as the fireball slammed into the five orcs, and heat that would sear her lungs from a single breath flooded every corner of the tunnel.
"Ngh...!"
She clamped her arm over her mouth and nose and rode out the searing blast while pillars of fire erupted around her, turning the cavern into an inferno. She had poured out eighty percent of her mana in one shot. At that output, even a basic fire-attribute skill should have reduced them to ash...
"Khh..."
"Wait, hold on... this balance is... is this even fair?!"
She'd accepted that killing all five was impossible, but she'd been certain at least two or three would drop, and the rest would be too burned to fight. She'd been wrong.
"Krrh... GRAAAAAH!"
All five High Orcs were still standing. The only damage was severe burns where their skin had charred black.
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD--!!
One of them charged, massive feet pounding the stone without hesitation, and swung a hand the size of her torso to grab her.
"Ngh...!"
She dove between its legs and rolled clear—but that meant she'd just placed herself in the middle of all five.
"GRAAAAH!"
Four fists clenched simultaneously and came swinging down with brutal, uncoordinated force.
"Water Shot!"
She channeled divine power alongside her mana to stretch the spell as far as it would go.
SHWAAAAAH--!!
"GRAAAGH!"
Thanks to the divine power, the Water Shot reshaped itself into a whip-like stream that lashed across two of the orcs' eyes. Blinded, they started swinging at each other in confusion. In that window, she scrambled to her feet and bolted deeper into the cavern.
"Wh-where can I... hide?"
What she needed right now was rest. She had to hide AND recover her divine power and mana, or she wouldn't just get violated—she'd die.
"Hah... hahh... h-here!"
She wedged herself into a crevice so narrow the High Orcs couldn't possibly reach inside. Her chest and hips scraped against the hard, rough stone, leaving them faintly throbbing, but once she'd pushed deep enough, a small pocket opened up where she could stretch out both legs.
"Just need to... rest... whew..."
Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of everything she'd just been through, but her legs gave out and she crumpled right where she sat. It would take ages for her divine power and mana to fully recover. Could she really stay hidden from the pack until then?
"Two of them are blinded, so that leaves three. Using any more fire skills would be suicide..."
The prospect of taking down three High Orcs with nothing but Holy Symbol and Water Shot was bleak.
"Oh, wait—I had recovery potions, didn't I?"
She remembered the HP potions and mana potions—five of each, standard issue—and frantically fumbled with her pocket to pull them out. Nothing came.
"No way..."
By the time she pieced it together, she was smacking her forehead.
"I was supposed to pack them at the church..."
Her mistake: in her mad scramble to escape Avendot, she'd only grabbed her battle tights and her pocket. She'd just assumed the pocket came pre-stocked with the basics.
"Isn't there any way to recover faster?"
As she racked her brain, another method of restoring mana in the dungeon—one that didn't involve rest areas—surfaced in her memory.
Masturbation.
This was an eroge, after all. Whenever Hamalon's combat stance disengaged, a masturbation option became available. Selecting it would make her start touching herself, and after climaxing she'd recover roughly thirty to forty percent of her mana.
"Worth a shot."
It beat getting surrounded and violated by a goblin mob or flattened into a pancake under a pile of High Orcs by about a hundred to one.
She spread her legs into an M-shape, and her pussy came into view through the sheer body stocking. With no panties underneath, her clitoris and the narrow slit below it were on full, unmistakable display.
-Squish! Squuiish!
"Mmh...♡"
She gently rubbed her clitoris with her fingertips, pressing down once with each stroke. Maybe it was the texture of the body stocking, but the rough fabric kept dragging across her with every pass.
"I'm already... getting wet...?"
All she'd done was press her clit a few times without a single lewd thought in her head, yet her pussy was already slowly leaking love juices like it had been waiting for exactly this.
So this was what they meant by "eroge saintess."
Squiiiish--!!
"Hahhh...♥"
She pressed a single finger firmly along her slit and stroked upward, then flicked her clitoris with her fingernail—just barely, just enough to tease.
"Hyaaaah♥"
From that point on, her clit began throbbing in earnest, slowly swelling and trembling with every heartbeat.
Squish squish squish squish--!!
"Nngh...♡ If I keep making noise... they'll hear me...♡"
High Orcs had ears too, so moaning nonstop was a death sentence. But she physically could not hold it in. The more she rubbed her clit in tight circles with two fingers pressed flat together, the harder her pussy twitched and drooled.
"My juices are... pooling uuup...♡"
Her ass, pressed against the stone floor, gradually grew damp, and a thick, heady scent rose from between her legs.
"How am I supposed to... function if masturbating feels this good...♡"
Back when she'd been a man, she'd had to get hard first, then shake her wrist like a maniac. Now, with zero buildup, just rubbing was enough to send her into full heat. With a body this responsive, she might genuinely end up touching herself every time she got bored.
"Hah-hahh...♥"
When she unconsciously bucked her hips, love juices spurted clean through the body suit and pattered onto the floor.
"Isn't there something... that feels even better...?"
As she kept rubbing her clit, trying to think of a way to feel more without tearing her battle tights, her eyes landed on the staff leaning against the wall.
It was a sacred treasure granted to the Saintess, and Hamalon had chosen the staff—unlike the previous Saintess, Jeanne. Right now, none of that history meant a thing to her. It was just a very, very good masturbation toy.
Squiiiiish--!!
"Hnghiih...♡"
She wedged the staff between her legs and pressed her pussy firmly against it, then sank her full weight down onto it.
"Hahhh...♥ I-it's so cold...♥"
Unlike her own burning pussy, the staff had absorbed the cavern's chill—endlessly cold and unyieldingly hard. The stimulation from that alien texture and temperature was impossible to ignore.
-Squish squish squish squish squish!
"Hehh...♥ This is... really good...?"
She ground down on the staff, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pussy against it like a woman possessed. The body stocking sat between her and the shaft, but the material was so thin and so thoroughly soaked that it might as well have been bare skin on polished wood.
"Hahhh...♥ Feels so good...♡"
Her clit felt like it was swelling and pulsing against the staff, so she reached down to find its exact position and pressed hard. Each time her ample breasts bounced up and down with the motion, her clit swelled faster and faster.
"Should I... try putting it in later...?"
If just rubbing felt this good, actually thrusting it inside would be beyond words. The instant she pictured herself whimpering and mewling with every deep stroke of that wonderful thing—
"Hah-hyahaaaaah♥"
SPURTTT--!!
Fluid gushed out of her as she came, hard. Her inner thighs had been pressed tightly together, so the spray even arched upward before splattering down.
"Hahh...♡ Mmmh...♡"
To think she'd gotten off just from the mental image of herself masturbating. Just how catastrophically in heat was this body?
"So wet...♡"
When she pulled the staff out from between her legs, a thick strand of sticky love juice clung to it, dripping slowly.
"Gotta... clean this up...♡"
She stuck out her tongue and began licking every trace of herself off the shaft, wrapping her lips around it and sucking eagerly.
They say love juice is supposed to taste fishy and sour, right? But all she tasted was a sweetness even richer than honey. Come to think of it, cum had been incredibly sweet too. This body was, without question, a bitch that perceived every bodily fluid as delicious.
"Chuu...♡ Haah...♡ All clean...♡"
She leaned the freshly polished staff against the wall and steadied her breathing. As her body gradually came down from the high, she confirmed that her depleted mana now felt far denser than before. Good enough. She stood, picked up her staff, and readied herself.
The moment she stepped out of this crevice, she'd be fighting High Orcs again. She'd just resolved to keep her head cold this time and show them what a Holy Eos veteran could really do when—
"Krrrhh..."
The instant she'd barely squeezed herself out of the narrow gap, three High Orcs stood towering directly in front of her. As if they'd known exactly where she was hiding all along and had simply been waiting for her to come out.
"Um... h-hello...?"