Perfect Score! (3)

After confirming that the recorder was working perfectly with no background noise, capturing Klea's voice crystal clear, I turned my gaze to her. Klea had pissed herself so much that she'd soiled her pantyhose and nun's habit, and now she lay passed out, her body trembling faintly.

...That's my bed, though...

Whatever. Today was the first time I'd let her taste a real male cock, and I'd gotten her blackout drunk before dragging her here, so I'd let it slide. The washing machine's a beast anyway, right? On that note, I figured I should toss her habit—smeared with my cum, her piss, and her own drool—into it. I stripped off Klea's nun's habit, her stockings, and her plain white panties. Oh, right—this porcelain skin of hers deserves a few photos too.

I snapped a few natural shots of her naked body, then loaded her clothes into the washer. Sitting on the bed, I placed a hand on Klea's breast. This rack... it's on another level of vicious, just like my horse cock. My hand's pretty big, but it looks small against these. And this bounce—what the hell? When I squeezed, her flesh bulged temptingly between my fingers, flaunting its elasticity. Her areolas and nipples, a translucent pink that matched her flawless skin, looked like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. Unlike Lizbet's bald pussy, Klea had a neat little tuft of golden pubic hair above hers—proof she was a fully ripened bitch, yet still pure. Whoever claims this female is one lucky stud.

Oh. That's me, isn't it?

I chuckled inwardly and checked the photos I'd taken today. Aside from a couple awkward shots, they all came out perfect—like a satisfied "thanks for the meal." Especially the one where my horse cock covered her eyes. It was a tricky pose, but damn, it turned out flawless. Her eyes blocked by my dick, mouth agape below with her tongue out and cum dripping—anyone who knows her would recognize Klea in a heartbeat. If Baul saw this, it'd probably shatter his hero powers from the shock alone. Not sure if Essentia has photo-editing tech, but if not, he'd lose his mind.

Grinning at the pics, I pulled Klea's freshly washed clothes from the machine... The habit and panties were fine, but the stockings were totally laddered. What the? Can't you wash stockings in the machine?

I folded them as-is for now, threw on my own clothes, and waited for Klea to wake up.

About two hours later, as the sun began to set, Klea stirred awake. I'd been worried about what to tell Lizbet if she slept through the night, but good thing she woke up first.

"...Huh...? Where...?"

"Awake now?"

"Sema... sir...?"

Hearing my voice, she turned her face toward me. Her eyes stayed closed for a moment as she stared blankly, then flew open as she bolted upright.

"Kyaa, kyaaak!? N-naked!?"

Klea covered her chest, then winced and clutched her head—probably a hangover headache.

"Ugh... Wh-what did I...?"

Still buzzed from the booze, huh. Does she remember? As I wondered, her face drained of color.

"Ah... Aah..."

She started trembling, her unfocused eyes wide in disbelief.

"Wh-why... Sema sir... Wh-what did you do...?"

Whoa. She was that wasted, but it came back to her? Saved me the explanation.

"Remember a bit? You helped me with a favor I asked."

"Wh-what kind of favor!?"

Her face pale as a ghost, she yelled at me.

"What the hell did you do to me!? And naked—d-don't tell me...!?"

"Calm down. I'll explain from the start."

And so I laid it all out for her, tailored to her level of sexual knowledge: how I made drunk Klea suck my horse cock—my dick—and swallow load after load of my horse semen. How I'd photographed her naked through it all. And how I'd recorded her gushing about the cum on this recorder. I added details to make sure she grasped what she'd done.

"Here's the recording."

I hit play, and her weak voice answered my questions from the tape.

"Ah... Aah..."

"See? Recorded nice and clear, right? Eyes might not show, but you can guess what's in the photos."

Klea clutched her head, trembling, then looked at me with tears welling up.

"Sema... you're... a bad man after all..."

"A bad man, huh."

"I've never been wrong about people before... But this time... I thought I'd misjudged you... and then you do this..."

Tears gathered in her eyes. I sat beside her and draped an arm over her shoulder. She didn't resist—too weak, maybe—just shuddered and accepted it.

"Fair enough. I'm no good guy—closer to bad, if you wanna split hairs."

I'd ditched the model citizen act once my urges woke up.

"But I'm probably not as bad as you think. Just do one more favor, and these photos and recordings never go to Baul."

"...A favor...?"

More like an order, really.

"Yeah. Two favors. First: party up with me, Lizbet, and Als as an adventurer for a while."

"Adventurer...? Why...?"

"No real reason. Just nice to have a healer in the group. Good for your saint candidate resume too, right?"

"......And the second?"

Yeah, that's the meat of it.

"When I ask, like today, handle my sexual needs."

"Wh-what!? Do this again...!?"

Terror twisted her face as she shook.

I soothed her gently, like I was reassuring her.

"Easy. I'll add some conditions to put your mind at ease."

"...Wh-what...?"

"First condition: 'I'll guarantee Klea's virginity.'"

Telling her she was still pure, she sighed in relief—at least about that.

"Second: My custom armor takes about two months. Deadline's then."

She relaxed a bit more, trembling less, but eyed me curiously—why those terms?

"Third: While handling my needs, no getting close to Baul. No physical contact or dates—just casual chat."

"...Why... those conditions...?"

She had no choice with the evidence, but her face showed confusion. I grinned and lied through my teeth.

"Told you—I'm bad, but not that bad. Can't steal a girl from her fiancé."

Lizbet proved that bullshit, but whatever.

"Not saintly enough to pass this up, though. My libido's... unique. So just help me out till then."

"...And if I refuse?"

"Well..."

I slid my arm down, grabbed her tit, and whispered.

"Take your virginity right here? Send Baul the naughty pics and tape?"

Her face went ashen; she shook violently.

"Baul might not even faint—he'd be that wrecked. These shots are gold. Some look like you're loving it. 'Your fiancée from just weeks ago did this?'"

Head down, she trembled harder.

"Add deflowering pics? He might off himself from shock. Or wonder how he'd treat a non-virgin Klea."

"O-okay... please don't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tell Baul..."

I smiled, wiping her tears.

"Thanks, Klea. Don't worry—just do what I ask, and in two months, it's over clean. Virginity intact, back to Baul like nothing happened."

I kneaded her breast as I continued.

"Promise to destroy the pics and tape right after—no copies, no leaks. Swear on the goddess."

I pinched her nipple; she let out a soft moan, shuddering.

"Deal?"

"O-okay. So now..."

"Swear on the goddess so I can trust you. No telling or asking for help."

"Eek..."

She bit her lip, voice quivering.

"I s-swear on the goddess who guards Essentia... I won't tell anyone or ask for help."

Perfect. Goddess is long gone, but Klea doesn't know. As a cleric, she won't break a divine oath lightly.

"Th-then swear too! That you'll keep your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠word...!"

"Fine, fine. I swear on the goddess I'll keep my promise. Happy?"

"......"

Sweet. Time to rat her out to Baul.

"Anyway, we're hitting the dungeon with Lizbet tomorrow. Let's go tell him now."

"T-tomorrow!? So soon...!?"

I hadn't expected this either.

"No choice—we planned it. I'll explain to Lizbet and Als."

I handed her the clothes.

"Washed 'em, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but... stockings laddered."

"......Stockings need special cycle—separate from regular clothes."

She sighed, slipping on her panties. Who knew? After feeling the ruined stockings, she skipped them, going barefoot under her habit. I tossed the pantyhose in the trash and grabbed her shoulder.

"Let's go. Gotta tell him together."

"......Fine..."

With Klea in tow, I found Baul and told him we'd be taking her dungeon-diving and adventuring for a bit. He dropped his pen mid-scribble on some papers, flustered.

"Wh-what are you saying, Sema sir? Klea..."

"You said saints need achievements, right? Hero Eater was prime—why not rack up more records?"

"Th-that's true, but Klea..."

Adjusting his glasses, he hesitated. Hero Eater was a fluke; regular stuff spooked him. But we'd already settled it with Klea. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Talked it over with her already. She begged me to let her join."

"What? K-Klea, is that true?"

"...Y-yeah..."

I squeezed lightly; she flinched, head down, voice shaky.

"...I know you've looked out for me, Baul... but I've just taken your care without doing anything myself..."

"Klea, what're you saying...? Just having you is—"

She shook her head.

"That's not right. Not greedy for saint, but... can't disappoint those who've helped me."

Baul's panic softened with each word. I kept persuading; he looked touched.

"Alone's impossible... but with you, Sema sir, and Lizbet... maybe..."

Finally, he closed his eyes, then smiled at her.

"...Okay, Klea. I'm worried, but if that's your mind..."

Nodding, he bowed from his chair.

"Take good care of her, Sema sir."

"Haha, no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠worries. I'll guard her tight. We got real close today, right Klea?"

Pretending to pat her waist, I groped her firm ass. She twitched but couldn't push away, turning her flushed face toward me—glaring blindly, yet... expectant?

"Y-yes... Sema sir..."

Amid the negativity, I sensed a hint of anticipation.