Klea's Secret 6
The day of Viper's Fang's assault. I could only shed tears at my own patheticness. I'd dragged Sema and Liz into danger by joining this saintess exam I never wanted, and when it mattered, I couldn't do a damn thing. All I'd managed was trembling in terror and crying amid the pitch-black, vicious darkness.
If only I'd clearly stated I had no interest in becoming a saintess. If I'd just said I was tagging along for demon beast subjugation and quit the exam. If only I could see, so I could have properly supported Sema and Liz.
Those wicked people... those... evil humans trying to corrupt the Goddess Church... my Master wouldn't have gotten hurt.
I can't forgive them... filthy trash humans... how dare they... If I'd had power... if I could see... I'd have inflicted maximum agony, forcing them to reflect on their sins...! Made them scream in torment, weep over their stupidity, and smash their foreheads into the ground! Disgusting humans...! Trash...! They need to be cleared out...! Killed...! So nothing like that ever happens to Master again, I have to protect him...!!!
“...Ugh!?”
...What was that just now...
“Hiss... hiss...”
When I came to, Sema's body heat enveloped me, and from across him, Liz's quiet breathing reached my ears.
...A nightmare, maybe... Vaguely, anger had been surging through my body...
Lately, my emotions have been flaring up more often. To think I'd feel this rage even in my sleep...
“Purr... mm...”
Sema's breathing sounded from above my head, his scorching body heat and massive, rock-hard muscles pressing around me.
“...Huu... haa...”
Lately, my emotions have been surging strangely... but oddly, sensing Sema's scent... his body heat... his aura... calms the turmoil.
...No, more precisely... my mind blanks out, ecstasy washes over me... like casting off every burden in my heart... an exquisite sensation.
This feeling by Sema's side—that as long as he's here, it'll be okay...
...Yes. This must be what stability feels like. It seemed strange at first, but now I get anxious without it.
As long as I have this... as long as I have Sema, surely... In that indescribable sense of peace, I clung tighter to his body.
...I have to protect it. Master. This emotion. This happiness.
To do that... the way is...
After that, I resolved to become a saintess and protect Sema.
The saintess role is heavy on symbolism, but far from powerless. The saintess and pope are the Goddess Church's great pillars, differing only in weight. It's grown symbolic lately, but it started with the first saintess, called by the Goddess herself.
That means authority to punish bishops or archbishops with proven sins. Limited to emergencies, but orders to branches. A personal guard force... With those powers, I could root out the church's corrupt elements and safeguard Sema.
With that in mind, I tackled every remaining exam with more focus than any moment in my life so far.
Convinced that if the Goddess hadn't forsaken me, I could surely become one.
“...My, Sister Klea. You claimed no interest in the saintess seat... quite cunning, unlike your innocent looks.”
Clarice sniped at me midway, but I brushed it off lightly.
Clarice... You might fool the others, but not me. I felt it in your emotional ripples—you were lying.
I'll become saintess, expose every filthy thing you and that trash lover of yours have done... and make you pay the price. Definitely.
“As expected... Klea is the first saintess reincarnated—no, more than that. Amazing, Klea.”
By mid-exam overall, Baul was hyping me up like a fool.
Why the goofy grin, Baul? Because of you, I got dragged into this saintess contest I wanted no part of, and Sema got hurt.
“...Thank you. Baul.”
I swallowed the bile rising to my throat, tamped down my emotions, and forced a smile for him.
Right... Baul's fault... isn't it. Even if I'm disillusioned and avoiding him now, this incident isn't his to blame.
...That said, once the saintess exams end... I'll rethink our relationship.
“K-Klea... today's exam task leaves plenty of free time... how about... a little...”
“Haa...”
What's with that eager vibe. Scheming something pointless again?
Not mealtime, so I'd love to refuse outright... but no helping it.
Reluctantly trailing Baul, he yapped away beside me like an eager puppy, thrilled for no reason.
“So then, I grabbed that bastard's collar like this...”
Since arriving in the capital, Baul's boasting and showboating had ramped up.
Strutting like some hotshot in front of me... but it just looks pathetic.
I know that bragging is just childish fishing for praise.
He knows I can sense his emotions after all our time together, yet he acts like this.
Once I tolerated his gross antics, they've only gotten worse by the day.
“...By the way, Baul. Where are we headed? It's too far...”
“It's fine. Almost there.”
After trudging through his blustering self-praise, crowds suddenly thickened around us.
The bustling district? So many people—what's Baul planning...?
“...Here.”
“...? Baul. Where is this?”
“...The fountain in the capital's central bustling district. That's where we are.”
His voice brimmed with excitement, his emotions thick with anticipation. Anxiety sprouted in my chest.
“Great spot. Bustling district, sure, but the capital keeps it clean—people seem happy. This fountain at the heart... you can't see it, but it sparkles like it's blessing lovers.”
Why drag that up? Totally irrelevant to you and me.
“Heard it's perfect for couples to stroll around. Killer views. Shops everywhere draw the crowds.”
Baul cleared his throat after that, like steeling himself...
No. Baul. Don't. People everywhere.
“My lover and fiancée! Neris Klea! Our promised day draws near!”
The crowd murmured at Baul's shout.
“I've scoped out houses in the capital on the sly! All other prep's done! You just show up!”
“Oh my, what...?”
“Public confession?”
“Oh dear... aren't those clergy?”
Even without probing, their attention locked onto us.
“You who wrap me so warmly! Make me smile! My saintess Klea! Father Baul looooves you!!!”
“Whoa, what?”
“Puhaha, doesn't look the type but total stud.”
“Eek, he's pulling something out!”
With every bellow from Baul, my head spun in chaos while my chest sank heavier.
Soon, all sorts gathered around us, spouting their takes.
Sounded like blessings at a glance, but their emotions told different: raw curiosity about the spectacle. Amusement at the freak show. From the women... disgust and embarrassment, like they'd die before being stuck in my shoes.
What the hell, Baul. Lost your mind? No warning... this... disgusting stunt... You think this is some cute event?
...Infuriating.
“Whew... whew... Had a ring ready separately, but... we're clergy... so this fits better now...”
Saying that, Baul draped something around my neck. Probably a necklace with the Goddess Church emblem...
...Never has the church's symbol felt so utterly repulsive.
Truly... this man...
“My goddess! My saintess! Neris Klea! Be my...! My lifelong lover—be with me!?”
“Kyahahahaha! So? What happened next?”
“Haa... curses nearly spewed from my throat... barely held back and mumbled my way out...”
Bathing alone with Liz, I vented about the Baul fiasco like a lament.
She laughed like it was hilarious, but no malice tainted it. If anything, her giggles soothed me somehow...
Lately, Liz and I click in this weirdly perfect way.
“Kuhuhut... ah, what a nightmare confession. Proposed already, yet pulls a public stunt like that.”
“Yeah. Mortified enough to crawl into a rat hole. That man is just...”
Yes. Utterly horrific. Affection already shattered—never dreamed he'd pull that.
That repulsive male stench, like he was claiming ownership. Beyond disgusting.
“Haa... a man who only thinks of himself. Can't stand the sight anymore.”
“Cookcook...♡ Still, nothing for it till the saintess election wraps.”
“Yeah. Verification trials are one thing—that man's harder to stomach. And Master's not around during exams...”
To build strength protecting his bitches, Master trains with Liz while I test.
Nothing like that self-absorbed creep.
Really...
“Haa. So jealous of you, Liz. Wanna ditch this saintess crap and stay with Master.”
“Hehe... haven't even committed yet. Folks'd think you're Master's bitch already~?”
“...Ah. R-right, yeah. Not... Master's bitch yet. I'm...”
...Right. Just tried being Master's bitch so far.
Heart's already his... resolve seems set...
So why can't I just say it—head out and declare I'm becoming Master's bitch...?
Strange. Body and soul clearly drawn to him.
Why... deep down, something feels missing... like a puzzle piece won't fit, this nagging sensation.
That gap blocks the words. Even though I've decided...
“......Hehe♡ Ah~ anyway, 'public confession'... kick. Rather publicly swear submission~”
“...Swear... submission...?”
“...Ahhat♡ Never spilled details? Vaguely mentioned it maybe... interested?”
...Heard she'd sworn submission before...
...Why's my chest fluttering at those words...?
Why does submission hit so ecstatic...'écstasy...
“...H-how... did you do it?”
“Cookcookcook...♡ How, you ask... the day I dumped Als...”
Our massive tits mashed and grinding, Liz whispered her tale of swearing submission and ditching her lover right in my ear.
Content so lewd and blasphemous, any cleric should've raged and sermonized...
But my body betrayed me—drenched in ecstasy and arousal at her words...
No sermon; I shuddered, riveted...
Once she'd spilled it all...
“...Liz. C-can I... just... try experiencing... that...?”
I'd begged to feel it myself.
