Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: The Reason the Saintess Was Defeated
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“Hic... Sob...”
Jongno-gu Dungeon, 10th Floor.
The human outpost, where hunter bitches threw drunken ragers nonstop—“Nest of Hunters.”
The dungeon bizarrely produced a floor every ten levels where the monsters' presence vanished completely.
The mana poison was faint here, and even monsters stealthily avoided it. It felt like a gap the dungeon itself permitted.
The hunter sluts didn't prettify it as some sanctuary.
They just bluntly called it the “Straw Floor.”
A place where your life got sucked out, your booze got sucked out, your stamina got sucked out... everything got drained.
The female hunters gathered here were always the same.
Pitching tents, stripping off armor, spewing rough curses amid meat and booze—a true mob tavern.
And at night, it got even wilder.
Sex toys flew instead of combat weapons, and someone would yell shit like, “Attack with the dildo, defend by fingering the pussy!”
Moans and laughter blended into an echo, turning the dungeon hell into a cheap brothel in seconds.
But this expedition was different.
These women, who'd already reached the boss room on the 72nd floor, had deliberately taken weeks to backtrack here.
One reason only.
The Saintess Kim Sohee, whom everyone addressed with honorifics.
The boss room monster was clearly spirit-attribute.
Purely by matchup, it should've been exorcised to ash by the Saintess's light.
But at that moment, Kim Sohee locked eyes with the monster and suddenly collapsed, legs giving out.
“Eek... No...!”
Strength fled her spear hand, and it clattered to the floor.
Her lips trembled, her pale cheeks drained white in an instant.
The hunters couldn't understand.
“Oh dear, Saintess, how did such a noble lady's legs give out?”
“A spirit mob's practically the Saintess's personal buffet, right? We couldn't even touch it...”
“Maybe... something in that monster's eyes hit her? Hehe.”
But Kim Sohee had already been ruled unfit for duty, dragged down half-mad, face wrecked.
Her disheveled collar revealed a neck slick with cold sweat, damp hair plastered to her cheek.
Her chest heaved wildly as she panted, and the thin moans escaping with each breath... anyone hearing them twice wouldn't mistake it for combat incapacity. It sounded like a bitch in heat crying out.
Anyone seeing her might think she'd been taken by the monster—fucked senseless in a tent.
And that's when it happened.
“...Saintess.”
“Sob?! G-Go away... S-Sorry, but I just want to be alone for a while...”
Kim Sohee had holed up in her tent for four days straight.
Visitors varied: genuinely worried priestess sisters, hunters barking she'd failed but soothing inside, and... senior nuns eavesdropping outside, jerking off to her moans alone.
All tried comforting the Saintess, but nothing worked.
As if their touches couldn't fill the aching void deep in her empty cunt—their hands no better than useless toys.
Her heart still shuddered.
So even knowing it rude, Saintess Sohee rejected them like they were pathetic playthings that couldn't even get hard.
That instant.
A hand gripped her chin, forcing her head up.
“Saintess, it's me. Counselor Kim Seungbin.”
“C-Counselor...?”
A sturdy, massive build uncharacteristic of a man.
In her eyes, he looked like a brute of raw power, ready to fist-punch open her womb's inner chamber.
Tough, handsome, radiating a demonic aura she craved to be tamed by.
Of course, he was just a regular psychiatrist, but to Sohee, he was clearly a trainer.
The moment she saw him, tears streamed from under her eyes.
Then, without permission, she threw herself into his broad chest, clinging and wailing up and down.
“Waaah! Trainer, I missed you so much!”
“?! S-Saintess... there are hunters outside the tent, so tone down that title...”
“Sob...! L-Like that time, ram my virgin pussy again...!”
“I never did that?!”
Thanks to Narae’s piss, maybe.
That sharp, bitch-in-heat beastkin pheromone stench enveloped the tent area, so spirit-form monsters didn't dare approach our camp on the way up.
Even ghosts that looked scary as fuck in form fled like cowards passing me and Cha Yunha carrying me.
A route that should've taken three full days—we sprinkled Narae's leftover urine in a circle around the tent, rested overnight, and arrived at the 10th floor, aka Straw Floor, where Saintess Kim Sohee was holed up, in just one day.
And her condition... yeah, it looked serious if it was serious.
Dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept, arms trembling as she hugged me in joy.
But the real issue was elsewhere.
The hem of her nun habit.
It was soaked through, a puddle already pooling at her feet.
Sweat?
No, anyone could see it wasn't sweat.
“Y-You were so scary and tough and exhausting... I barely held on masturbating alone all this time...”
“......”
Ah, correction.
Not once or twice—she'd been squirting nonstop whenever she could for four days straight.
Soaking the bed sheets entirely, scraping till her fingers wore raw.
Of course, masturbation can relieve stress momentarily.
But after four days of the Saintess nonstop diddling...
Her lower half was, frankly, less holy womb-guarding saintess pussy and more slack streetwalker gash.
Definitely not good.
'What the hell happened to make her like this?'
Just days ago, she'd been fine.
Well, filled with fantasies of 'being raped like a slave,' but I'd thought my 'slave trader role-play therapy' had eased it.
Seemed stabilized, yet she'd collapsed again.
As a doctor, I knew.
This wasn't mere 'slump.'
Clinically, traumatic re-experiencing.
Simply put, past trauma revived, dragging her mind back there.
Guess: the cause was this Jongno-gu Dungeon's boss mob.
Its monsters were spirit-types preying on primal human fears from the start.
The 72nd floor boss condensed all that terror into one massive abomination.
For the still-recovering Saintess, seeing it wasn't just an encounter—it was a massive visual trigger.
Result: fear response exploded.
Heart racing madly, breaths short, body uncontrollably shaking.
Problem here.
Brain doesn't interpret those reactions as 'fear' only.
Sometimes mislabels as 'arousal.'
Fear and sexual tension entangled.
Misattributed arousal, basically.
Her moan sounding lewd instead of a scream? Likely that faulty interpretation.
Made sense she'd locked herself in the tent after.
Method: masturbation.
Most immediate, primal way to soothe anxiety.
Works for a day or two.
But repeated, body fatigues, pussy tires, mind destabilizes more.
So my theory:
Current state isn't simple exhaustion—it's trauma relapse looped with compulsive self-soothing.
Treatment won't be simple.
First, calm body and mind, then re-expose to same trigger safely.
No fleeing—relearn proper arousal over distorted pleasure.
Role-play therapy could return if needed, like before.
Slave trader or trainer, whatever saves the patient.
...That's what I thought it'd be.
Reality was worse, or at least not less.
“Trainer... this Jongno-gu Dungeon boss was a ghost with five whole faces, enormously huge.”
“Yeah, I get it. Overwhelmed by its size and aura, lost will to fight. Nothing shameful, Saintess...”
“No. I'm the Saintess. Size doesn't matter—ghosts don't scare me.”
“......Yes?”
Then what?
If not the boss's majesty, why was she pussy-diddling unfit for four days?
Flustered by the off-script answer, Saintess Sohee confessed what she'd seen.
“That day... the ghost entered my head, showed me the future if I lost.”
“Future? Like the party getting wiped out?! The shock...”
“Me naked in the ghost horde, legs spread wide... publicly shitting my personality in a filthy, depraved show!”
“......”
I doubted my ears at first.
But then I got it.
Color rushed to her dark-circled face, breaths ragged, eyes flashing heart-shaped.
Drool dribbled down her chin—not saintly grace, pure bitch in heat.
Ah... here she goes again, you perverted maso slut.
“Heh, hehehe...! The ghost played it right in my head!”
The Saintess laughed shuddering.
“Me on stage, forced, against my will... shitting my personality, licking it back up, ass-fucking it out again, stuffing and shitting...! Hehehe!”
“......”
“Haaang! Seeing that... I didn't wanna fight! Rather collapse into that future... my whole body, my back pussy... filled only with that dirty deed!!!”
Then I was sure.
The Saintess didn't break from defeat fear.
She'd just soaked herself in that lewd future vision.