Fallen Saintess! (2)
Klea had finally become my bitch. How long had I waited for this moment? Even with Lizbet already as my bitch, to claim Klea too—back on Earth, just dreaming about this would've gotten me labeled a psycho. I'd stolen women who had lovers—two of them—from other men and made them my bitches. What did it matter if Klea's vibe had shifted a bit when I could savor this bliss? That compassionate face, those terrifyingly massive tits, that gorgeous body—they were all still there. Sure, if her personality had flipped completely, that might be different, but thinking back to Lizbet, it was probably just the liberation of becoming my bitch fully. No need to fear. No need to worry. I just had to revel in the joy of a new bitch. Damn right. You bet.
Nodding to myself in full agreement, I sprang my horse cock to attention and let out an excited breath. Unlike with Lizbet, I hadn't even properly enjoyed Klea's body yesterday. I'd gotten weirdly swept up in the mood, acting all solemn as I fed her some horse semen and a few drops of blood. Klea had preparations for tomorrow's appointment ceremony, but... mornings should be fine...
"...Hehe...♡"
See? Klea was shooting me this expectant look. Sure, her horizontal pupils had turned into those demonic eyes, but somehow, I could feel the burning emotion directed at me from those pupils. And my horse cock had been throbbing insistently since earlier, practically yelling hurry up already! So, didn't I have to satisfy her?
"Klea. And Lizbet. Come to my side."
"Yesss~♡"
"As you command, Master♡"
At my call, the two rose, their massive tits jiggling, shaking their asses like they were putting on a show just for me as they approached slowly. Their slow steps clicked with those high heels until they sat on the bed and pressed against my body. Lizbet on the right, Klea on the left—this perfect setup hit me with a wave of overwhelming emotion that made my head spin. Trembling with it, I pulled my bitches close and grabbed their tits.
"Ahn♡"
"Oh my♡"
"Liz. Klea."
I kneaded their soft, springy tits as I called to my bitches.
"You two are mine."
Yeah. These bitches were mine. This soft texture wasn't some dream.
"Bitches I stole, fucked, and conquered."
Two women? With lovers, no less? Didn't give a shit. This was Essentia. An isekai where I could live by my cock's rules.
"My bitch slaves who love only me, devote themselves to me, and obey me absolutely."
Until now, I'd been trembling with the fear that maybe I was dreaming, that I'd wake up and all this would vanish. Isekai? A god at the racetrack? It didn't make sense. Even after Lizbet became mine, I'd doubted if these absurd days were real... but now that I'd conquered Klea too... I was certain. This was reality. Essentia was my paradise, made just for me. All I had to do was enjoy it.
"Nothing can take my bitches from me. You're mine forever."
The moment I said it, the two in my arms hugged me back fiercely, like they'd never let go, like they truly loved only me. Their warm body heat felt hotter than my own feverish skin.
"Of course, Master."
"Even if the world ends, nothing can separate us from you."
Yeah. Nothing could tear me from my bitches. Apocalypse? Whatever. I'd live eternally in this paradise with them. I'd make sure that shit never touched us. Even if I had to hunt down every Hero Eater. Even if I had to steal every hero's woman.
"Ah...♡"
As I gazed at Lizbet and Klea, my eyes met Klea's black pupils. Without a word, we opened our mouths and extended our tongues.
"Smooch... kiss...♡"
Arms around my neck, my new bitch accepted my horse tongue. Klea. A lover's kiss with my bitch, filled only with love. My beastly face was no barrier between us.
"Hah...♡ Kiss, smooch...♡ Slurp...♡"
If anything, my bitches seemed to love it more.
"Haa...♡ Master...♡"
Tears glistened in Klea's black eyes alongside ecstasy. Her blissful bitch face radiated happiness. Time to make her feel even more of it. Tomorrow's ceremony? Fuck that.
"Since it's Klea's first day as my bitch... Liz, you'll have to wait a bit."
"It's fine~♡ I can make you even happier while you enjoy Klea♡"
Good girl. Wonder how she'll make it happen? Let's look forward to it.
"Hehe♡ When it's my turn, I'll... Oh...!?"
The moment I went to pull Klea close, she flinched in surprise, her demonic eyes widening as she stared at the wall. It wasn't just surprise—there was heavy tension in her expression. It put me on edge too, her face full of confusion.
"What's wrong, Klea?"
Seeing her stare seriously at the wall, I panicked, and even Lizbet looked at her in confusion.
"......Tch."
After glaring at the wall a moment, Klea scowled, clicked her tongue, then turned to us and Lizbet with a grave look.
"We were about to have fun with Master... but a little rat snuck in."
"Huh? Rat? Where..."
Confused, I followed her gaze. Just staring at a normal wall, but suddenly a flash of something sparked in my mind. What? Something beyond the wall...
"An intruder broke into the room next door—the one I was assigned. This Esser signature... it's Bivora."
...Bivora. Hearing that bastard's name again. An intruder? In the room that was Klea's? No way this fucker still hadn't given up!?
"He seems pretty worn out from breaching the building's security magic... perfect. Time to punish him for hurting Master. Liz."
"Got it. Ready."
Lizbet set down my armor and clothes in front of us and gripped her staff. Even facing a high-level adventurer intruder, they didn't run or call for help—they chose to fight. Seeing how natural it was for them, I didn't even think to flee with them; I just started donning the armor right there.
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"Fuck... fuck... fuck...! Why isn't she here!"
Raking his messy hair, Bivora spat curses at the empty bed. Why? The intel said this room was right. He'd scraped together his last coins for tools, used stealth and every ability to sneak into the city and reach this building. He'd blocked the deadliest security magic, but still took shocks that numbed him and vaporized his Esser as he scaled the wall to break in!
But why was she gone! It was still early morning, sun barely up!
"Fuck... did they catch on...?"
Ruined. Totally fucked. He'd thought killing Klea was his only shot left, so he'd bet everything on this assassination. Sneaking in took longer than expected, but he'd figured it was still okay and come prepared to die. Had the goddess abandoned him? Or Clarice? No way. Impossible.
He'd invested heavily in Clarice, but it wasn't just that. No woman fit saintess better than her. If there was a goddess, she'd surely protect Clarice. So what the hell was this? All that preparation, sacrificing everything to make her saintess—and now it vanished like a joke. How did it come to this? No... he'd promised. Promised Clarice!
"......!"
As Bivora wallowed in despair and rage, faint footsteps reached his ears. Hard impacts on the floor, eerie sounds. The room was heavily soundproofed, but his senses from rough days caught them.
Two... no, three. Guests from next door? Wait, no way...
His instincts screaming danger, he squeezed out his scant Esser for stealth and hid behind the bed. Just as he feared, the footsteps stopped at the door. It burst open roughly, and the voice of the woman he'd sought filled his ears.
"My, my... hiding like that. You really are a rat."
Her voice sent chills down his spine, unlike before. The click of heels—one step—as she entered. He was hidden behind the bed, stealthed up. Yet... why did it feel like Klea was staring right at him?
"A rat who dared harm Master... I guess we have to catch it and kill it."
She couldn't see him—his stealth was tough even for Hero Knights. But feeling Klea's gaze pierce him, Bivora broke into cold sweat and reached for the dagger at his waist.