A Saintess Who Refills Her Mana the Self-Sufficient Way
Orcs and High Orcs were similar, yet there were clear differences between them.
The first difference was intelligence.
An orc was smarter than a goblin, and a High Orc was smarter than an orc. High Orcs were the kind of creatures that started showing up casting spells as early as the fourth dungeon.
So for five of them to appear in the first dungeon? That was flat-out impossible.
"How… am I supposed to deal with this…?"
I hadn't even looted everything. At best, I'd managed to grab maybe thirty percent of the drops.
Getting thirty percent usually meant goblins would start spawning in greater numbers, not this.
"Don't tell me… the boss of this floor is five High Orcs?"
No matter how I thought about it, that seemed… wait, no. If this were reality instead of a game, maybe it was actually possible.
The ecosystem of Creatures was built entirely on survival of the fittest, after all.
"This is… beyond me."
Even as a player I would've thrown my mouse and headset across the room screaming, 'What kind of dogshit game balance is this?' And now, still not used to fighting with my actual body instead of my keyboard, it was nothing short of a catastrophe.
"Restore!"
I recovered a small amount of Divine Power and mended the battlesuit the goblins had shredded, then sprinted away to put distance between us.
"GRAAAAGH!"
"Are you kidding me?! Why are you chasing me so hard?!"
The five hulking bodies that had stood frozen the moment our eyes met now came barreling after me like lunatics.
I did not want to imagine getting caught and used like I had with the goblins.
I was going to die. I was going to die for real.
"Oh, come on! What is going on here?!"
Something had felt off ever since the Abendot incident—this simply wasn't the Holy Eros I knew.
I ran with my eyes fixed ahead, all the way to the dead-end entrance, with five High Orcs hot on my heels the entire way.
There was no convenient game logic where Creatures stop chasing you once you near an exit. None whatsoever.
"Hah… hahh…"
Even without an interface showing my Divine Power and mana, I could roughly gauge them from the sensations inside my body.
Divine Power at about fifty percent, mana around seventy.
Spending any more Divine Power here would leave me dangerously exposed in case I got pinned down and violated, so enhancing my skills was off the table.
"Then… I've got no choice but to burn through all my mana."
Obviously, these things were the boss.
If I could just take them down, I could find a rest area, recover, and then mop up the remaining goblin horde at my leisure.
"Just a little more… just a little!"
The moment all five High Orcs closed in on me at once, I thrust my palm out straight, fingers spread wide.
"Burn it all to hell! Fire!"
As I felt every drop of my mana gathering into my palm, wavering flames began to coalesce into an enormous sphere.
KWOOOOOOM—!!
A massive fireball erupted with a deafening roar and crashed over all five of them, and heat so intense it felt like my lungs would scorch just from breathing it filled the entire cavern.
"Hrk…!"
Shielding my mouth and nose with my arm as I endured the blast, I watched the pillar of fire rising from the cavern floor set every direction ablaze.
I had dumped eighty percent of my mana into that.
At that magnitude, even a basic fire-element skill should've reduced them to ash…
"Khh…"
"Hold on… this balance… is this actually fair?!"
I had fully expected taking down all five to be impossible. I'd been certain I'd at least kill two or three and leave the rest combat-incapacitated.
"Grrhh… GRAAAAAGH!"
All five High Orcs were standing. Perfectly fine. They'd merely suffered horrific burns where their skin had charred.
THUD THUD THUD THUD—!!
One of them charged, huge feet pounding the ground without hesitation, and swung its arm to grab me.
"Hck…!"
I dove between its legs and rolled clear—only to find I'd just crawled right into the middle of all five of them.
"GRAAAH!"
Four of them clenched their fists at once and swung them down with brutal ferocity.
"Water Shot!"
I channeled mana alongside my Divine Power to minimize the mana cost.
SHWAAAA—!!
"GRAAAAGH!"
Thanks to the Divine Power infusion, the reshaped Water Shot lashed out like a whip and struck two of them in the eyes—and blind with pain, they started trading blows with each other.
In that gap, I scrambled to my feet and bolted deeper into the cavern.
"Wh-where… can I hide…?"
What I needed right now was rest.
I had to hide my body and recover my Divine Power and mana. Otherwise I wouldn't just get violated—I'd be killed.
"Hah… hahh… h-here!"
I jammed myself into a crevice so narrow it looked like even a High Orc's arm couldn't reach inside. My chest and backside scraped against the hard, rough wall with a faint sting, but once I'd pushed in deep enough, there was just enough space to stretch out my legs.
"Just… gotta rest… hooo…"
Maybe because the situation had been so absurdly beyond reason, my legs simply gave out and I slumped to the floor.
It would take quite a long time for my Divine Power and mana to fully recover. Could I really stay hidden from the High Orc pack until then?
"Two of them are blinded, so that leaves three. Using any more fire skills at this point is basically suicide, and…"
The prospect of taking down three High Orcs with nothing but Holy Symbol and Water Shot was bleak, to say the least.
"Oh, wait—I had potions, didn't I?"
Remembering the HP recovery potions and mana recovery potions you start with five of each, I frantically opened my pocket and searched for them—but nothing came out.
"No way…"
As the situation dawned on me, I smacked my forehead.
"I was supposed to pack them at the church…"
My mistake was that in my desperate flight from Abendot, I'd only grabbed the battlesuit and my pockets.
I'd just assumed the default potions would be inside. Obviously.
"There has to be some faster way to recover."
As I racked my brain, one method of restoring mana in a dungeon besides rest areas came to mind.
Masturbation.
It was an eroge, after all—when Hamalon's combat stance dropped, the option to masturbate unlocked. Press it, and she'd start touching herself; once she finished, she'd recover thirty to forty percent of her mana.
"Beggars can't be choosers."
It was a hundred times better than getting surrounded and used by a goblin horde, or being squashed flat under High Orcs.
Spreading my legs into an M-shape, my pussy came into view through the bodystocking. No panties meant my clitoris and the narrow slit below it were on full, vivid display.
-Squeeeze! Squeeeze!
"Mmh…♡"
I gently rubbed my clitoris with my fingertip, pressing down once with each stroke. Maybe it was the texture of the bodystocking, but the rough fabric kept dragging across it again and again.
"I'm already… getting wet…?"
All I'd done was press my clitoris a few times without even thinking anything lewd, and yet my pussy, as if it had been waiting for this, began slowly leaking honey.
Is this what being an eroge saintess does to you?
SSSSSHLK—!!
"Ahaaahh♥"
I pressed one finger firmly against my slit and dragged it upward, then flicked the clitoris lightly with my nail, teasing it.
"Hyaaaah♥"
From there, my clitoris began to throb, slowly swelling and trembling with tiny shudders.
SLK-SLK-SLK-SLK—!!
"Hngh…♡ If I make noise… they'll hear meee…♡"
High Orcs had ears too, so moaning nonstop was dangerous. But I couldn't help it.
The more I pressed my two fingers together and circled them around my clitoris, the more my pussy twitched and drooled, honey spilling out in trails.
"My juices are… pooling up so muuuch…♡"
My ass, pressed flat against the floor, gradually grew damp, and between my legs a thick, lewd scent filled the air.
"How am I supposed to cope if masturbating… feels this goood…♡"
Back when I was a man, I'd have to get hard first and then flail my wrist like a maniac. Now, with zero preparation, just rubbing was enough to set me off in heat.
With a body this responsive, I might end up touching myself every time I got bored.
"Hah-hahn♥"
When I unconsciously bucked my hips, my juices squirted out past the bodysuit and pattered down onto the floor.
"Is there anything… that feels even better…?"
As I kept rubbing my clitoris, pondering how to feel even more without tearing my battlesuit, I caught sight of my staff leaning against the wall.
It was a sacred treasure granted to the saintess—and unlike the previous saintess, 'Jeanne,' Hamalon had chosen the staff.
Right now, none of that mattered to me in the slightest.
To me, it was just an excellent masturbation toy.
SSSHLKK—!!
"Hnniii…♡"
I wedged the staff between my legs and pressed my pussy firmly against it, then sank down, letting my full weight settle on top of it.
"Ahhh♥ C-cold… so cold…♡"
Unlike my pussy, the staff had absorbed the chill of the cavern—it was endlessly cold and hard. The stimulation from that texture and temperature, so alien to my own heat, was impossible to ignore.
-SLK-SLK-SLK-SLK-SLK!
"Hehhhnnn♥ This is… really good…?"
With the staff pinned beneath me, I rocked back and forth and began grinding my pussy against it like a woman possessed.
The bodystocking sat between my pussy and the staff, but the material was thin and soaked clean through—it felt no different from grinding bare skin.
"Ahhhnnn♥ So good…♡"
It felt like something was swelling up inside me, aching to be ground out, so I used my arm to find the exact spot and pressed down hard against it, again and again.
Each time my heavy breasts were lifted and dropped with the motion, that spot swelled faster and faster.
"Should I… try putting it in later…?"
If simply rubbing felt this good, I couldn't even imagine how it would feel once it was inside me.
The moment I pictured myself mewling as that wonderful thing thrust into me over and over—
"Hyahaaahnnn♥"
SPURTTT—!!
Water burst out of me and I came, hard and sudden.
My thighs were pressed so tightly together that the spray even shot upward.
"Hahhnn…♡ Mmmh…♡"
To think I came just from using my own masturbation as the main course.
Just how hopelessly depraved a bitch was this body, exactly?
"Soaked…♡"
When I pulled the staff out from between my legs, a thick smear of honeyed arousal came sliding off it in a long rope.
"Gotta… clean it uup…♡"
I stuck out my tongue and began licking every trace of my juices from the staff, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked.
They say a woman's arousal tastes briny and sour, don't they?
But all I tasted was a sweetness even richer than honey.
Come to think of it, semen had tasted incredibly sweet too, that time.
This body was clearly a bitch that experienced every bodily fluid as pure sugar.
"Sluurp…♡ Haa…♡ All clean…♡"
I propped the freshly polished staff back against the wall and let my breathing even out.
As my body slowly calmed, I confirmed that my drained mana now felt far thicker and fuller than before.
Judging that to be enough, I rose to my feet and picked up the staff.
The moment I walked out of here, I'd have to fight High Orcs again.
I swore to myself that this time I would act with zero emotion and show them the true skill of a Holy Eros veteran—and that was exactly when it happened.
"Grrhhh…"
There, standing right in front of me as I barely squeezed my body out of the narrow crevice, were three High Orcs.
As if they'd known all along where I was hiding, and had simply been waiting for me to come out.
"Um… h-hello there…?"