Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: I Need a Vacation
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Eventually, the Saintess ended up losing her virginity to me.
The aftermath of that was truly tremendous.
It was like a hero on the brink of death rising again with unyielding resolve.
Well, no—more accurately, it was just the perverted Saintess finally getting a taste of cock and springing back to life in delight.
After the training session wrapped up and we'd caught our breath for a good while, I noticed there was even a shower room tucked away in one corner of the room.
At this point, we'd already seen each other's cocks, pussies, and assholes—what difference would one more glimpse of nudity make?
...Of course, I was mortified.
But with the Saintess staring at me with those eyes that screamed, "If you don't join me now, I'll burst into tears," how could I say no?
So, reluctantly, I stepped into the bath with her.
"Um, I'm not even interested in that personality excretion nonsense anymore!"
"...Really?"
"Yes! Counselor Kim Seungbin trained both my virgin pussy and my backdoor pussy at the same time, right? You'll keep doing it like this every counseling session from now on, won't you♥? So why would I get turned on by some one-off personality excretion show from a dungeon boss mob? I couldn't care less about that dick!"
I thought to myself, 'Is that... a good thing?' even as something felt off.
I should have been relieved, but every other sentence dripped with that subtle hint of "You'll do it again next time, right?"—it was impossible not to crack a smile.
Let me emphasize once more: I am a psychiatrist.
I'm not some gigolo getting paid to satisfy patients' sexual urges.
And yet reality was different.
In this world where men were rare, I was pretty much the only one who could "treat" masochistic symptoms with a side of sexual training.
The Saintess seemed all too aware of that.
Her naked body emerging from the rippling bathwater was flushed bright red, like a whore who'd just been toyed with moments ago.
She pressed right up against my side, squishing her ample breasts between her arms as she openly seduced me.
"Thank you, Counselor Kim Seungbin... If I hadn't met you, I might have died long ago."
"?! You mustn't think like that, Saintess."
"Hehe, of course, that's just talk. Still... I'm truly glad I met a man like you."
So, was this one case resolved?
Thankfully, Saintess Sohee seemed immune to the tricks of that Jongno-gu dungeon boss now.
The only lingering issue... was that even though it was role-play therapy, I'd ultimately torn through her hymen, and the dragon dildo had ravaged her so much that her asshole wouldn't properly close.
I brushed it off at first.
With Saintess Sohee's recovery skills—strong enough to even regenerate what's missing entirely—her anal muscles would heal in no time, I figured.
But after the shower, watching her change into her nun's habit while her wrecked pussy and gaping back hole were still wide open... an ominous feeling crept in.
'...No way she's planning to head out of this bag in that state, is she?'
Just as I thought I should stop her, she blurted it out.
"Ah, here it is! ...Diaper."
"...?"
I froze solid.
Why the hell were there diapers and baby powder in a torture chamber?
It wasn't like she was some regression patient playing baby—watching her pull a diaper from the treasure chest like it was the most natural thing in the world left my jaw on the floor.
She confessed with a shy smile.
"Hehe... This isn't the first time I've torn my sphincter, you see."
No, please don't say that so casually—it's embarrassing enough as is.
In the end, I learned the shocking truth.
Saintess Sohee had a habit of stuffing all sorts of things up her own ass until she tore her sphincter, so she always carried diapers to keep the shit from leaking out.
She slipped one on without a second thought, even looking relieved, like 'This is actually more comfortable.'
"And conquering the dungeon like this is what gives it meaning!"
"...Why?"
"Because I can finally stand before the boss and declare it with this masochistic body you personally wrecked, Counselor Kim Seungbin! 'I've endured far more horrific, far more pleasurable training than your pathetic personality excretion could ever compare to!' ...Something like that♥"
...I was at a complete loss for words.
No, I had so many words they all jammed up in my throat.
It felt like just standing next to her lumped me in with this perverted Saintess.
In the end, all I could manage was a sigh.
"Um, Counselor... just one more thing at the end..."
"...You want me to change your diaper?"
"?! H-How did you know?! Eek♥ As expected of my trainer—you're so perceptive!"
It's not perceptiveness; I just had a patient who was into diaper play before...
Please don't say it like it's something to brag about—it's embarrassing.
In the end, I reached out again.
Saintess Sohee's lower half was still a mess.
Freshly deflowered, her pussy was slack and leaking a steady stream of musky fluids, while her asshole—gaped by the dragon dildo—had lost all function and refused to clench.
Leave it like this even briefly, and it'd start smelling like piss or shit—I couldn't tell which.
"Hnnng♥ Your hands touching my shithole and pussy... even just to change my diaper, why does it turn me on so much...?"
The Saintess trembled her legs, spreading her thighs wider to urge my hands on.
I swallowed a curse under my breath and grabbed the baby powder.
Sprinkling the white powder over her spread pussy lips and the moist wrinkles of her anus, it settled onto her skin with a faint, milky scent.
"...Hehe♥ Now my wrecked pussy and loose shithole won't leak anymore, right? Since my trainer put the diaper on me himself♥"
In the end, I carefully covered her spread crotch with the diaper.
The moment I taped it shut with a snap, the Saintess smiled in ecstasy, as if she'd glimpsed heaven.
"Ahh...♥ Now I'm perfect. I'm the trainer's diaper Saintess, no longer swayed by any personality excretion♥"
A week later.
Thanks to my treatment, Saintess Sohee's party—back in full form—finally smashed the upper-level dungeon that had been festering in Jongno-gu for four months.
TV and every media outlet plastered her face across front pages, hailing her as the "Goddess of Victory."
The Hunter Association and the Goddess Church cheered in unison at finally clearing their long-rotting headache.
And for me—who'd followed her into the dungeon under the guise of mental care, only to end up tending to her pussy and asshole too—the reward finally rolled in.
"Wha... what the hell? How much is this?"
The combined gratitude from both the Association and the Church, deposited at once.
Checking my bank account made my vision spin.
This was enough to buy not just an apartment, but the standalone house I'd only dreamed of—in cash.
...Of course, rationally speaking, I was already living in state-provided Men's Safe Housing just for being a man.
Safer and roomier than hunter apartments—a top-tier residence built purely for male protection.
So this windfall wasn't for a house; it was bonus cash for simple luxuries and happiness.
That's when I made up my mind.
Time to enjoy some of that suppressed, ordinary happiness for myself.
"Um, I'll be taking some vacation time."
"Wh-what?!"
Just recalling my schedule so far made me chuckle bitterly.
Leashing an exhibitionist patient by the neck for a naked stroll through downtown, getting called "Papa" by a regressed 30-something while she strong-armed me into buying condoms, and finally wrecking the front and back holes of a Saintess revered by the world—then diapering her too.
Even with my professional armor, this crossed the line.
A clinical diagnosis from this psychiatrist: my own mental state was the most precarious.
So today, in the Hunter Association branch chief's office, I faced Yoo Geumhui—who greeted me warmly—and delivered not my resignation, but one simple line.
"I'm taking vacation."
"W-wait! H-hold on! Isn't this too sudden?!"
"The Hunter Association Psychiatry Counselor Regulations state up to 30 days per quarter, right? Or am I wrong?"
"Th-that's... so you're saying you want to use all 30 days right now?!"
30 days—a full month off...
To be honest, burning that much might recharge me with med-school-fresh enthusiasm by the time I returned.
But reality begged to differ.
Imagining what my three patients would do without me made it clear.
The exhibitionist would stage another naked performance in the Association courtyard, the regressed one would waddle around in diapers yelling "Papa, I want boobies~," no doubt.
And the ultimate masochist Saintess... she'd probably gape her own holes before facing a boss, then throw a fit at the Association gates: "I can't live without my trainer♥"
...No matter how burned out I was, I couldn't abandon three patients like that.
My conscience as a human—never mind a doctor—wouldn't allow it.
So I held up five fingers and declared.
"I'll be back in five days."
"F-five days...!"
Three was too short. A week too long.
Five hit the sweet spot in between.
The branch chief bowed her head briefly, then made a groan like a kid playing grown-up.
"Fine. A psychiatrist can't have a breakdown. Still, with the mine incident and all, you could get kidnapped again like last time... I'll assign minimal escorts without telling you."
"Yes, thank you, Branch Chief."
"Oh, and... if anything crosses your mind on your trip... could you help me with my marriage troubles too?"
"...".
...No, what kind of mindset lets this pint-sized granny slip that in so slyly?
Who'd marry a wrinkled loli granny like her?
Wasn't my patients enough? Now she wanted me to trial-run prison time?
And as she said it, the branch chief blushed.
I'd only ever seen her stern face before—maybe I was seeing things.
But clasping her hands tight and glancing sideways all shy-like... this was dangerous.
Any more response here, and I'd be breaking not just ethics, but facing hard jail time.