A Short Break Between the Hypnotic Treatments
It must have been around this time of year, three years ago.
Back when she had only just shed the title of apprentice saintess — a fledgling who still had neither a clinic of her own nor even a private examination room to her name.
Back then I really couldn't do a single thing without Unnie…
She had been far too embarrassed to dress as boldly as the other saintesses and lure patients in, so she had Leo "manufacture" patients and bring them to her instead.
That day, as always, Nemea had been scanning the crowd for someone whose legs she might conveniently break when her lion ears suddenly pricked up, catching a voice nearby.
"Quit your bellyaching! You only exercised for a mere six hours — and yet you whine louder than any creature under the sun!"
"I never thought it'd be worse than the full-kit marches Celestin-nim used to put me through! I'm not whining — I'm genuinely dying over here!"
"Hmph. At this rate, when will you ever pull your own weight…? Ah, here we are. Saintess Village."
A two-person group was heading straight toward her: a Female Knight Tribe warrior sealed head to toe in massive jet-black armor, and the peculiar monkey she was propping up — a strange primate with far too little fur and no tail at all.
Maybe I'll snag that monkey today.
"Mm, a Lion Beastkin? Forgive me, but would you mind clearing the path? I have a patient suffering from full-body muscle pain…?!"
"…Welcome?"
"Wh-what is this all of a sudden — a challenge from a female?!"
"Dyna-ssi? Augh, that hurts…"
Deciding to leave the Female Knight Tribe warrior — who looked likely to interfere with treatment — to her sister Leo, Nemea seized the opening to pick the suspicious monkey's pockets. She quietly dumped her allotted flyers into a trash bin and approached the bizarre figure she took for a monkey.
He looks even weirder up close.
She was certain she had never seen him before, and yet something about him made her mouth water uncontrollably. The phrasing was a little crude, but she had no other way to describe it. Swallowing the saliva pooling on her tongue, Nemea carefully stepped in front of the groaning monkey, flashed a bright smile, and spoke.
"Ahem — are you feeling unwell, by any chance? Your friendly neighborhood saintess Nemea, available twenty-four hou— awww, I bit my tongue…"
And after all that practice!
Berating herself for yet another blunder, Nemea ducked her head with a soft fwump, hiding her flushed face. She no longer had the courage to meet his eyes.
Ugh, this is so embarrassing. He's definitely looking at me like I'm pathetic!
She already lacked the guts to strip down like the other saintesses and reel patients in, wrapping herself up tight instead — a disgrace to the Saint Tribe as it was — and now she couldn't even do her job properly!
Steadying her spinning vision, Nemea carefully lowered her gaze to the monkey's feet and took a slow breath.
It's fine. From the looks of it, he's got muscle pain so bad he'd be rolling on the floor if I so much as poked him with a finger. Prey this easy, I can handle on my own…!
"Whew — I never know where to put my eyes, but this is perfect!"
"Huh? Excuse me?"
What? Why does this monkey sound happy?
Nemea had been absolutely certain he was mocking her. She could only stare in blank confusion.
"Could I get examined right away? I might look fine, but I cried like a baby several times on the way here — my eyes are all swollen."
"Ah — yes! I'll examine you right away!"
There were plenty of other saintesses around. And yet he had chosen her — a saintess this small and slight, save for her chest? Someone who was so ashamed of bare skin that she had bundled herself up in thick clothes?
Even as she carefully supported the monkey, Nemea tilted her head, unable to make sense of it. Well, whatever.
After a screw-up like that, he's never going to ask for me by name again anyway. Might as well clean out his pockets while I've got the chance.
Of course, she had no way of knowing then.
That he would come back to see her every single day after that. That this was the beginning of a long bond between a still-clumsy young saintess and the last human left in the world.
"Nemea-ssi! You're completely out cold."
"I-I'm not! I'm awake!"
"Really? You don't look like you've got any strength left in your body."
"H-hmph! I never fainted in the first place. I was just resting for a moment!"
Nemea-ssi, who had been sprawled out limp — heaven only knew how many uterine orgasms she'd already had today alone — shook her head vigorously at my words.
Sqeeeeeze—♡
The moment I asked, "Really?", her pussy clamped down on my cock with astonishing force and she snapped her body upright in an instant.
I stared down at her, unable to hide my surprise, and Nemea-ssi gave a little jolt before speaking.
"Hnn — s-see? I'm perfectly fine!"
"Are you sure you're fine? Be honest. You just came from your pussy, didn't you?"
"Heeheehee… yeees… Your cock stuffing my womb felt so good I secretly came from my pussy again…♡"
"See? You can't fool these eyes."
Love juices spilled from Nemea-ssi's body as she let out a blissful cry, sliding down my cock — and at the same time, Holy Power radiated outward from where we were joined, spreading through my entire body. Just like last time, that distinctive drained sensation hit as the miasma left me. I coughed a few times, and a violet mist billowed up from inside my mouth before slowly fading away.
"Are you all right?!"
"Weird. The Holy Power definitely seems to be working, but why was there such a difference earlier?"
"Hmm… maybe because the Holy Power output isn't consistent?"
"If only we had a flag, we could check."
It wasn't a matter of constitution — some people responding well to Holy Power, others slowly. There seemed to be some kind of condition involved.
—Kyaak!
I smashed the skull of a Walker that had popped up without any sense of timing, then spoke to Nemea-ssi, who was still clinging in my arms in a question-mark curl, squeezing her pussy around me as she fretted.
"Could you keep slowly rolling your hips and release some Holy Power like this?"
"Hmm? Even in a situation like this, you want to enjoy my pussy and womb? Iceman-ssi, I never imagined you'd fallen this hard for my body♡"
"Honestly, I do feel like I could get addicted to womb sex — but that's secondary. So are you going to do it, or not?"
"Well, of course…"
Sqeeeeze—♡
Nemea-ssi's tiny pussy and womb, which had been slowly relaxing, contracted on the spot and resumed their duty as a cock-case once more.
"O-ooooh…♡"
"There you go finishing on your own again. Try holding back a little, would you? At this rate we won't even be able to run the experiment."
"Heeek — I can't help iiit… I'm already completely hooked on this cock, so every time it twitches inside my tiny womb it just keeps feeling so gooood…♡"
"Oh, this is perfect right now. Think you can hold this exact output steady?"
"I can't keep it perfectly even without a flag, but as long as you don't run — heehee — as long as you don't bounce around with your cock flopping…♡"
Fwaaah—
Holding Nemea-ssi as she began to glow softly, like Christmas lights on a tree by a quiet campfire at night, I continued scanning our surroundings.
—Uoooohhh…
Right on cue, a male elf appeared from the far side. Since I had to avoid any violent movement, I approached him slowly, turning the hammer in my grip. Just like the beastkin, he sensed us at once and came charging in at full speed.
Nemea-ssi must have thought I was about to swing the hammer, because she immediately tightened the arms wrapped around my body, bracing for my movement.
—Uuhhh, uuuhhhh…
But contrary to her expectations, I simply used the hammer to keep pushing him back, never letting him close past a certain distance. Nemea-ssi tilted her head and asked,
"What are you doing? Just smash him and…"
"I'm running a few experiments. I want to see how long it takes for that weird mist to leave him, and whether the Holy Power is actually taking effect. More importantly, if you don't move your hips…"
"Hyaah♡"
Squish-squish—♡
I gave her hips a careful little bounce — if you've got time to talk, try rolling those hips — and Nemea-ssi yelped, latched onto me like a cicada, and started rocking her waist on her own.
Her tiny pussy is clamping down so hard…!
Fighting the crushing tightness and pleasure around my cock, careful not to let the strength drain from my arms, I kept my eyes on the enemy.
—Uuuhhhh…
Slowly, leisurely, but unmistakably, his face was entering the same process I'd seen earlier — working its way toward that godawful expression the beastkin had worn. Apparently that face wasn't species-specific. Every race made it.
"It's working, all right. But it's slower than before."
"Yeees…?"
"Want to try shaking a little faster?"
"L-like thiiis?!"
Squish-squish-squish—!!
With her tiny arms and legs matching her tiny body, Nemea-ssi clung to me and desperately rolled her hips. As encouragement, I gently kneaded her ass with the hand supporting it, massaging as I watched our opponent.