You'll Need to Control It
"Hmm. So there really is some kind of connection."
"Haaah—nngh, hnnnngh♡"
Schlick, schlick—♡
While Iceman muttered under his breath, watching the elf's reactions shift moment by moment with a serious eye, Nemea clung to him exactly as ordered, bouncing and rolling her hips with all her might so she wouldn't get in his way.
He's so hard. I've touched this body every time I treat him, but it's never harder than when he's using me like a cock-sleeve♡
It felt as if he had finally unleashed the strength he'd been holding back all this time, determined to thoroughly discipline a cocky little female. Thinking back to how scrawny and frail he had looked at the start, you could tell just how hard he had trained and pushed himself over the past three years.
"Mm. Right about here…"
"You want me to shake my hips harder?! Keep going like this and I'm gonna—"
"No, I was about to tell you to slow down. If it gets too much, I'll help."
"Hyaaaaah…♡"
He's gripping my ass so tight—ahh… these hard hands. They used to be so soft and smooth, and now they're covered in calluses♡
Between the work Celestin piled on him and the brutal daily training under Dyna, the soft touch he'd once shared with her had long since vanished. Even so, Nemea cried out in pure delight as those rough hands mauled her plump backside.
Through his hands, through his skin, through every place their bodies met—she could feel the results of that fierce effort. Her womb trembled so hard she could barely stand it.
"Am I squeezing too hard?"
"Nooo, it's perfect. Just right. Hold me like this—tight—and pull me in close…♡"
"Like this?"
"Nnghok?!"
Only someone who had watched his body change, day after day for three years, could have felt it the way she did.
Haaah, I came again! I can't let him think I'm some vulgar saintess—thank goodness he didn't notice my womb and pussy clenching because I want him even deeper—but aren't I just showing him nothing but filthy faces…?!
At first he had been nothing more than a convenient mark—someone to pad her record and fill her pockets.
—You're here again today? Another muscle ache?
—Huh? Haven't you gotten a little bigger somewhere?
—Haaah, what incredible muscle! Can I touch it?!
Compared to a beastkin he hadn't been particularly solid, and he lacked the sleek build of an elf or a Drib. "Pathetic" had been the perfect word for that body.
But as time passed and he changed every time she saw his face, Nemea found herself admiring him without meaning to. Watching Iceman leave after each treatment, she made herself a promise.
—I can't lose to a patient! I'm a saintess! Lately he keeps looking at me like I'm cute, and those insolent eyes of his—I will not stand for that as a saintess!
She would make him see her as a female, no matter what.
Once she decided to treat his constant growth as a rivalry, Nemea threw herself into Holy Power training every single day and worked on herself without mercy. She boldly cut away the wild, lion's-mane hair she had shared with her twin sister Leo, and she finally put on the revealing saintess outfit she had always been too embarrassed to wear.
"The way you panicked when you saw my clothes change overnight was so adorable…♡"
"What are you talking about all of a sudden—hey, your output's getting stronger!"
"Hyaak?!"
Fighting alongside Leo again and again had sharpened her control over Holy Power, and she had soaked up every trick the senior saintesses taught her about seducing males like a sponge drinking water. Three years later she had not only opened the clinic of her dreams—she had become the undisputed ace of Saintess Village.
I meant to keep a friendly rivalry going while we both improved… but facing this hard body every day, I just…♡
Before she knew it, every time she stood in front of this human male her pussy and womb would start to tingle. What had begun as a secret rival to fuel her own growth had somehow turned into recognizing him as a male—and then into wanting him as her mate.
"Slower. More leisurely. Lower your hips like honey dripping down—nice and sticky."
"Heeh… l-like thiiis…?"
Squelch…♡
He ordered her around as if using her pussy and womb as a cum-dump were the most natural thing in the world, and she wagged her tail in delight as she swallowed his cock all over again.
It feels too good…♡
Filled to bursting by a cock that seemed ready to tear her womb apart, Nemea couldn't keep the dopey smile off her face as she wrapped both arms and both legs around him once more.
"Oh—that's perfect right there. Keep going just like that."
"Y-yehehss♡"
"Y-yehehss♡"
Her voice was a little unsteady, but Nemea seemed to be getting used to treating me and my cock like a flagpole. Her Holy Power started pouring out in a steady stream again.
—Ah—uuuugh…!!
"Ugh. So blasting the whole thing at once is what makes them go nuts like that."
Unlike the beastkin who had flipped their faces the second the light hit them—like they'd been flash-frozen—the elf, bathed slowly in Nemea's steady Holy Power, twisted her expression in slow motion. Then, just like the two before her, she collapsed to the floor with an obscenely ruined look on her face and writhed as she vomited out every last scrap of the violet mist that had been covering her.
"Hmm…"
"Hiih—I've gone this far for you, so hurry up and tell me what you figured out."
"I think I've got it, but it's still only a guess."
"Th-then until you know for sure, you're going to keep using my pussy and womb like—?!"
Apparently playing cock-sleeve was starting to wear her out; Nemea bit at my chest in protest. The moment I reached up and stroked her head and ears, though, she went soft and dopey, squeezing her pussy around me and curling her tail into a heart shape. Adorable, honestly.
"It's only a theory for now—but not only do you have to stay conscious, Nemea, you'll also need to control when you tighten up and when you climax."
"…What?"
Nemea, who had been purring under my hand a second earlier, rounded her eyes like she'd just heard something she wasn't supposed to.
"I don't have enough samples to be sure, but the speed of the purification seems to change depending on how much sexual pleasure you're feeling. Take this elf—when we toyed with your pussy nice and slow…"
"Th-there's no way! My Holy Power is not that filthy!"
And this was still only a guess, but—
Maybe this violet mist was the dungeon remodeling its own miasma specifically to stoke and inflame someone's sexual desire. Saintess Village used overwhelming Holy Power to completely seal off dungeon miasma, but it was also a place where enormous sexual hunger crashed and gathered. A dungeon sealed under Saintess Village for so long would naturally have grown somewhat used to both the village and its Holy Power—and come up with a trick like this.
Of course, just because people get used to fire doesn't mean they stop getting burned. Adaptation only goes so far.
To a dungeon, Holy Power was still deadly poison.
"Well… yeah. Just because it's Saintess Village doesn't mean anyone can mess around with the saintesses…"
"According to Leo, anyone this stuff takes over turns into a beast with nothing but sex left in their head. Looking at those hyena saintesses earlier, it works especially well on people starving for it—and having Holy Power doesn't make you immune, either."
"Hyenas?! Those bitches tried to jump you, Iceman?!"
"They did not jump me! And why are you biting me again?!"
Just like Leo, Nemea flared up the second she heard the word "hyena." I soothed her down and kept going.
"Before I got here, I saw an illusion this mist made in a back alley. It showed a man and a woman tangled up together and kept trying to push something—keep stimulating me."
"If it's been exposed to Saintess Village's Holy Power and desire for this long, even a dungeon would adapt."
Besides, if this place were a Maze Type—useless in a fight except for how complicated the paths were—luring outsiders in as pawns and making them tear each other apart would be the easy way out. And if it was charming people with a substance Holy Power didn't work well against, those fights would only get uglier.
"And they said this dungeon wasn't even a Maze Type—it was a Rush Type. So if it dumps everyone it's charmed plus a wave of Walkers outside all at once and starts an invasion…"
"…If you're right, then a lot of lives could be riding on what we do."
At my words, Nemea's cute little face hardened into something serious—a real saintess's face. She tried to climb off me, but when I pulled her back into my arms instead, she flushed and stammered.
"W-what are you doing? If what you just said is true…!"
"We're not getting out of this right now no matter what we try."
"Ah… e-even so, if we force it—!"
"And if my guess is right, heading straight for the core like this is probably the better move."
"?"
Nemea's tail curled back into a question mark.