Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Doctor's Life... It's Really Too Hard
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Doctor's life... it's really too fucking hard.
Saintess Kim Sohee's dilemma was simple.
Clearly, for the sake of humanity, they had to conquer this dungeon to the end.
But the problem was, just imagining herself after defeat made her so horny that her crotch itched uncontrollably, leaving her utterly unable to muster any will to fight.
And yet, she couldn't betray humanity as the Saintess.
In the end, stuck between a rock and a hard place, she had called for me—her counselor and assistant trainer.
"To be honest..."
The Saintess gripped the hem of her skirt with trembling hands as she spoke.
"If I lose... it's that personality excretion itself, the most humiliating one where I shit out my entire personality in defecation pose... Honestly, I want to try it!"
I stopped breathing.
"But if that happens..."
"Yes! Not only the Goddess Church that chose me as Saintess, but it'd go down in human history forever. 'The Goddess Church's Saintess climaxed to death from personality excretion'... Ngh, just imagining it... ugh, my pussy's throbbing again...!"
"......"
Maybe she suddenly realized her words had gone too far even for her.
Sohee Saintess's face flushed red in an instant, and she clamped her own mouth shut.
"Ah, no! I can't! I'm the Saintess! I want to fight to the end for humanity... and for Counselor Kim Seungbin! But in this state... I'm too much of a pervert, and it's too hard."
So, the reason she'd called me was obvious.
Like crazy seasoning already poured over food, that filthy, depraved fantasy etched into her mind wouldn't fade.
The only solution was one.
Cover it with even more stimulating, even harsher seasoning on top.
In other words, if she received 'training' more intense than the grotesque future shown by the Jongno District dungeon's boss monster, the Saintess would find that personality excretion fantasy boring by comparison.
I sighed inwardly to myself.
'...Feels less like counseling and more like prescribing training for a perverted patient.'
But the Saintess's eyes were already sparkling with hearts, and her thighs were quivering.
Right now, she was filled with the desperate craving to be subjected to filthy, intense training under the guise of treatment.
However, there was a practical problem.
This wasn't the Hunter Association's perfectly soundproofed counseling room; it was the middle of a flimsy tent village where moans would leak out straight through the thin fabric.
If this were the top-floor counseling room at the Association?
I could've rationalized it somehow as 'treatment' and satisfied the abnormal desires of my patient, the Saintess.
But here, in this wide-open space, training the world's one-and-only religion's Saintess?
That meant getting branded a 'heretic of the Goddess Church,' dragged off by the nuns, and spending life as their communal dildo—with no room for complaint.
In short, I'd be fucked.
And as if mocking my worries, the Saintess suddenly moved her hand.
She slipped it under the bedsheet soaked wet for four days straight and pulled something out.
I was stunned for a moment.
What she held was a leather travel bag with buckles.
"...W-What's that?"
The Saintess smiled shyly.
"If you're worried about the training location, you can use this."
"......Huh?"
The moment I opened the bag as she suggested, I instinctively swallowed hard.
It looked like a normal leather bag from outside, but inside connected to an entirely different space.
Unfamiliar walls, floor, ceiling—like a sealed, separate room.
"It's a magic tool. Specifically, a space-separation magic artifact. Looks like a bag on the outside, but this inside is a completely different space."
Magic tool... Of course, I'd heard of them.
Special gear made only from dungeon materials, exclusively for Hunters.
Even low-grade ones cost tens of billions, and high-grade went over hundreds of billions—the miracle items themselves.
And what was the Saintess using it for?
Training.
Not for boss monster fights, but carrying around her personal pervert training room.
'...Is this the Goddess Church's wealth?'
No, even more absurd was the fact that she carried her own "training room" everywhere as a daily routine.
No normal Saintess could even imagine such a thing.
She wasn't a Saintess at all—just an extreme masochistic bitch.
The moment I stepped into the bag, I couldn't help but shut my mouth instinctively.
Of course, if this space belonged to Sohee Saintess, it'd be decorated to her tastes—I knew that.
Like a homeowner remodeling their own house.
But fuck... no matter what, I never imagined this was the Saintess's 'personal room.'
A pungent, lewd scent stinging my nose.
Shiny iron chains and handcuffs hung all over the walls, worn whips, dog collars, even nose hooks scattered on the floor.
And in the center of the room, torture devices like triangular wooden horses, restraint chairs, and upside-down suspension frames were casually on display.
Even more shocking: some of those devices had slick, wet surfaces.
The smells, the stains—this wasn't mere decoration; clear signs of recent personal use.
'...Smiling saintly in front of her followers, then stuffing herself with this shit behind their backs?'
My gut churned with disgust, but at the same time, it heated up strangely.
Then the Saintess inhaled deeply and declared.
"Alright then... from now on, Counselor Kim Seungbin—no, Trainer, make me so thoroughly trained that crap like personality excretion doesn't even turn me on anymore! Harshly!"
I covered my face with one hand.
'Ha, fuck... Am I really a psychiatrist? What the hell am I doing?'
Psychiatrist.
A patient with masochistic sexual tendencies—the hope of humanity, banner of the Saintess—begging me on her knees for training.
And here I was, entertaining this perverted counseling solely because I held the only key to clearing this dungeon.
Fine, I'll admit it.
Even bending over backwards a hundred times, I could rationalize training for humanity's sake, the patient's sake.
But that wasn't the problem.
How the fuck do I wreck this woman so hard that it surpasses her filthy, depraved personality excretion fantasy?
"Um, Saintess..."
I opened my mouth cautiously.
"Trainers don't use polite speech! Ugh... trying to break immersion again!"
"...?! Ah, that's not— you maso bitch."
I spat out the curse without swallowing it.
"Even if you say do training worse than personality excretion, I honestly have no clue. No idea how to smash your pussy to make it beat that damn perverted fantasy."
At my words, the Saintess's lips curved into an excited arc ready to burst.
Eyes flashing heart-shaped, thighs rubbing together as she grinned.
"Hehe... Don't worry, Trainer. I've... prepared exactly how you should wreck me♥"
She suddenly turned, dashing to a corner of the torture room.
Rummaging through a treasure chest, her ass wiggling side to side—my gaze locked on without thinking.
Each bounce of her plump cheeks lifted her skirt hem, exposing the insides of her thighs.
Moments later, she returned with both hands full.
"Here!"
"...W-What the hell is this?"
"The left one's special lube that forces into any hole. And the right, that bumpy thick one... a special dildo modeled after a wyvern's cock♥"
In my hands: a bottle of lube dripping viscous fluid, and a deep red dildo veined like blood vessels, bumpy and thick.
The tip split sharply like prison bars—not for normal use.
But that wasn't all.
She rummaged again, piling on condoms, beaded whips, ring-shaped restraints.
'...No, fuck. Is this really the Saintess?'
Before I knew it, my hands were a display case of pervert toys.
The finishing blow came next.
Sohee Saintess bent over sharply in front of me, thrusting out her voluptuous ass and flipping up her skirt.
She hooked two fingers in like plugging them, spreading wide—her sweat-and-saliva-glistening pussy and shithole both yawned open.
The flesh stretched raggedly, as if screaming "Stuff me now" right in my face.
Love juices already streamed from her lower lips, trickling down her inner thighs in droplets.
She bucked her hips deliberately, making wet squelch-squelch sounds.
"Hehe♥ Now... play with my **back pus●y** however you want! Until you're satisfied, rip and stretch this place... train me like a dog until I can't even think of my personality anymore♥"
She shook her ass tremblingly, pulling her pussy and shithole sideways with her fingers to gape them wider.
Flesh rustling as it stretched, two slick holes lined up on display right before my eyes.
The Saintess panted wildly, shaking her body like mad.
"Haaang...! Now Trainer can't make excuses anymore, right? My filthy holes, both of them... wreck them right nowww♥"