The Visiting Saintess (1)
“R-Ruen?!”
I jolted in shock, shoving my slick, drenched hand under the covers in a flash. My heart pounded like mad, a chill racing down my spine. Why the hell is Ruen here?
‘Fuck... I’m screwed...’ A dangerous premonition bloomed inside me. I clenched my fists tight, scanning the room with trembling eyes before hastily pulling the blanket over my body. It was soaked with my sticky fluids, but I had no room to care about trivialities like that.
This went beyond just getting caught masturbating. To show such a disgraceful sight to the very student I was tutoring... My face burned crimson; I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.
“Th-that’s...! It’s not, I mean...!” I stammered, trying desperately to talk my way out, but Ruen showed no reaction whatsoever. If she’d screamed or made a disgusted face, it might’ve even been better. Instead, she just stared at me, as if my reaction was endlessly amusing. That only amplified my shame tenfold.
I bit my lip hard, hanging my head low.
“...I-it’s n-not what you th-think, Ru-Ruen. I was j-just... massaging myself... th-that’s all...” I spat out whatever words came to mind. It was ridiculous that the best excuse I could muster was “self-massage,” but I felt like I’d die of humiliation if I didn’t say something. I gripped the blanket tight.
In response, Ruen raised an eyebrow, shrugged her shoulders, and continued in a playful tone laced with mischief.
“You look like you’re in pretty bad shape.”
“Ah, th-that’s...”
“It’s nine o’clock already. Did you miss the time while ‘massaging’?”
“N-Nine...?”
It hit me like a punch to the head. No way. Did I really masturbate for two hours without eating breakfast? No, not masturbate—relief activity to calm my body down.
...I must be losing my mind.
I swallowed hard, feeling my chest thump wildly, then buried my face in the blanket.
“It’s fine. I’ll tell Mom you’re sick. Right?”
“Th-that’s...”
“Yeah. You should rest today.”
Was she covering for my masturbation or just teasing? Her ambiguous response left me confused as she waved me off casually. She turned to leave the room, then...
“...And next time you rub one out, try to keep it down? We could hear everything.”
She dropped that bombshell and bolted. I stared at the closed door, hands shaking, then wham, wham, wham— I pounded the pillow next to me like a maniac. Finally, I threw my head back.
“Haa...”
I let out a sigh that could shake the world. The shock had killed off my arousal, at least. Damn heat. Damn masturbation. Damn this fucking body.
I rolled around on the bed, blanket over my head, until—
Grrrrowl—
My stomach clock interrupted with a hollow expression on my face.
...Guess I should eat. But going out like this? I’d die of embarrassment.
I sprang up, quickly tidying the wet clothes and blanket.
“Ugh...”
The shame still burned, my face feeling like it’d melt. I squatted down, taking a deep breath, and vowed deep in my heart: Never masturbating again. I’ll tough out any cramps in my lower belly with sheer willpower. I’ll never touch my pussy again in this lifetime. Ever.
“Hic, haaah...”
“Yeah... Sis, move your fingers faster.”
“Eek, heek...”
This was the room where the triplets always had their lessons. Now, it echoed with Carrot’s vulgar moans. Legs spread wide, she frantically rubbed her clit.
The triplets swallowed hard, watching her intently, then took turns pressing their lips to hers, starting with Ruen, to absorb her Yin Energy.
She arched her waist slightly, legs splayed, obediently masturbating on Lua’s command. Her fingers flicked and stroked her clit, then plunged into the pink slit with wet squelches. Far more skilled than the one time they’d taught her before—this was clear proof she’d been secretly touching herself.
They gazed at Carrot’s Sound Gate with satisfied expressions. Recently upgraded to stage 2, it was about 20 percent filled—Rachel must’ve lent her power. Lately, Carrot had been summoned to Rachel’s bedroom every night, learning all sorts of lewd things there.
As Ruen savored the absorption, Lua and Lucy groped Carrot’s body freely. They flicked her nipples, kneaded her lower belly to stimulate her, massaging her whole body to aid her masturbation.
The Sound Gate glowed brighter; Carrot’s hips trembled. She was nearing climax.
But the triplets weren’t about to let her cum so easily.
“Nooo. Climax later.”
“Heuk, hiik...”
At Ruen’s firm words, Carrot’s lower belly spasmed. Lucy giggled at the sight, reaching out to grab a massive breast—
“Hm...?”
Lucy let out a puzzled voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um... well... one of the protectors is br-broken.”
“A protector?”
“Y-yeah... The one we implanted magic in before. It’s shattered...”
Lua’s eyes went wide.
“Pfft... haa... A protector...?”
Even Ruen, mid-absorption, paused to ask. It was that shocking. Those protectors were rock-solid; breaking one from external force was impossible. Unless her Holy Power weakened dramatically.
“With Sis’s level of Holy Power, it shouldn’t break...”
“D-did Mom break it...?”
“N-no. Even Mom couldn’t, no matter how strong. There’s compatibility to consider.”
The triplets pondered deeply. After huddling and thinking, their eyes widened.
“...Our doing weakened her Holy Power?”
“Could be.”
“Y-yeah... That’s most likely...”
All three arrived at the same conclusion.
They didn’t know why her Holy Power had dropped. Normally, it required a specific trigger. When recruiting upper knights, they’d specified “non-virgins,” so violating doctrine wasn’t the trigger.
But what if there was another reason? Something tied to Carrot’s abnormally strong body—a different “condition”?
If they exploited that, they could weaken her Holy Power further?
“...We’re all thinking the same, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Y-yeah...”
Born from the same womb, their minds synced perfectly. Ruen eyed Carrot, who writhed on the brink of ecstasy.
“Let’s find a way to drop her Holy Power.”
Lua and Lucy nodded.
“Hee, haaah...”
Carrot collapsed to the floor, drenched in cold sweat, gasping raggedly. The triplets stared down at her in unison.
Did she know? As she drowned in pleasure, panting vulgarly on the floor, that they’d grasped a clue to topple the source of her power and very reason for being? That the collar around her neck was slowly tightening.
“Hm...”
Lucia frowned. With a deep sigh, she sorted the pile of scattered documents. She’d finally conquered the paperwork that had tormented her.
“Haa...”
This bought her a week of peace. The rest was minor; a rare breather after nearly a year. Of course, another mountain awaited post-week.
Four sleepless nights of work had paid off. Beyond rest, there was another reason.
She sighed, pulling a document bundle from her drawer. Bold letters read: ‘Carrot Dispatch Log’.
A notebook compiling all of Carrot’s reports over the past two months. Lucia skimmed it with a nagging unease.
Overall reports: “No anomalies,” “All clear,” “Something suspicious but unconfirmed.” Lately, she’d sensed something off. Too mundane. Logically, two months in that house should reveal something odd, yet Carrot reported none.
She’d praise them all, note suspicions, then back off.
‘It’s just too suspicious...’
A sticky discomfort clung to her like damp clothes. She grimaced at the unnatural vibe.
Separately, during regular reports, Carrot seemed... flushed with sensuality? A lewdness she’d never shown before. Unaware of it herself, perhaps.
So Lucia decided: She’d visit the mansion herself for a few days—up to four—to assess. Her mission, her responsibility. Worst case, pull Carrot out midway.
Succubi lived there—innately cunning deceivers. In this integrated world, such prejudice was taboo, but with radical demon groups like the Longinus Spear rampant, caution was key.
She stood with a heavy sigh, planning to head to Rachel’s mansion to see Carrot’s face. Stay two days, investigate anomalies, resolve issues.
Too busy lately to check on her; guilt gnawed. If Carrot suffered, the regret would be irreversible.
She left her office. Time to pack—arrive tomorrow or the day after.
“Heehee...”
A soft smile crept up. Beyond work, seeing Carrot thrilled her most. She pictured Carrot’s favorite dessert shop. Cookies from there would delight her—she loved sweets.
First proper reunion in two months, sans dispatch. She’d doll up prettily.
Lucia’s face beamed with pure happiness.
“Hello. I’m Lucia, Saintess of the Lorren Church.”
“Oh my... Welcome. To come all this way for special tutoring...”
“Not at all. Talented children deserve special treatment.”
Lucia smiled brightly, greeting warmly. Her host matched her cheer. Lucia set her light luggage by the entrance.
Two nights, three days—her stay at the mansion.
Surface reason: “Your daughters show Holy Power talent; here for special lessons.” Church home visits were routine, so Rachel welcomed her without suspicion.
Glancing inside, Lucia chatted lightly with Rachel, then frowned— no Carrot. She’d told her today’s arrival. It was 7 p.m.; not bedtime.
Something up? She asked Rachel.
“Where’s Carrot? I don’t see her.”
“She’s feeling under the weather. Resting in her second-floor room.”
“Under the weather...?”
“Yes. The girls are nursing her, so no need to worry.”
Lucia’s face showed doubt. Holy knights like Carrot rarely fell ill with their strong Holy Power. A cold? Suspicious.
‘Definitely something fishy.’
She mulled internally, then asked softly upon entering,
“May I visit Carrot’s room later?”
“You must be tired from travel. Are you sure?”
“This is nothing.”
“Heavens, holy folk are so resilient. Wait in her room; I’ll bring some tea.”
“Then, excuse me.”
‘Letting me in so easily...? Unexpected.’
She’d braced for excuses to block her. Rachel hid suspicions well, apparently.
With that, Lucia ascended to the second floor. Her lips twitched in anticipation of seeing Carrot. She climbed in her form-fitting saintess robe, reserved for special occasions.
But Lucia didn’t notice. Rachel licking her lips, eyes glued to her back—sticky, obsessive gaze.