Visiting Saintess (2)
“How are you feeling? Is your body any better?”
“U-um... Y-yeah... It's fine...”
At Lucia's words, Carrot smiled as if to say there was no need to worry. Her face was flushed. It seemed Rachel had been telling the truth about her feeling unwell. It wasn't common for a holy knight to end up bedridden like this. From Lucia's standpoint, she couldn't help but harbor some suspicions.
“Aigoo. What are we going to do if even a holy knight gets sick? Huh? What happened to your holy power?”
“Ehehe... Sorry. For some reason, my body's been feeling off lately...”
Carrot gave an awkward laugh at the mildly scolding tone. With her affable, beaming smile, she gazed at Lucia for a moment before continuing in a soft voice.
“Still... seeing your face makes me happy. How long has it been since we've seen each other this long?”
“Hm... Over two weeks, I think. It's been a while since we've been sent on such a long dispatch mission.”
Carrot nodded at those words. The two of them had never been apart for so long. The longest had been about a month, at most. Maybe that's why—the joy of seeing each other swelled even more now. Lucia gripped Carrot's hand tightly, stroked her feverish hair, and took a bite of the cookies Rachel had left behind. She'd already checked them thoroughly with holy magic, even scanning for any emotional manipulations. For a succubus mansion, she'd expected something more sinister. But so far, nothing seemed off. No mind-bewitching spells, no indecent presences stirring within the estate. Just one thing felt slightly out of place: the triplets' gazes. The way they looked at Carrot carried a strange undercurrent. And the way they looked at her, too. It wasn't outright hostility. Nor was it filled with pure goodwill. If anything, it felt closer to some darker, more insidious emotion. Something akin to—
“Sis~”
“Hm?”
Snapping out of her reverie, Lucia gently took Carrot's hand and smiled softly.
“Whaaat?”
“How long are you staying at the mansion...?”
“Hm... Well, probably two to four days.”
“Reaaally~?”
“Yeah. I can't be away from the church too long.”
Carrot's face fell with clear disappointment. Lucia stroked her hair soothingly.
“Sorry. I want to stay longer too, but finishing one job just means another piles up... I'll come back again soon, so hang in there a bit, okay?”
She spoke in a gentle tone.
“Okay...”
“Thanks. Must be tough, right? I'll head out now so you can rest properly.”
“Yeah.”
Carrot nodded, and Lucia gave her a warm smile before slowly leaving the room. Once the room fell silent again.
“Huu...”
Confirming Lucia was gone, Carrot frantically rubbed her thighs together. Rustling sounds came from under the covers. The noise of something being removed, sticky fluids seeping out. Schlick, schlick— Lewd sounds began filling the room. Carrot's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze fixed on the closed door. Biting her lip hard, she frantically rubbed her pink slit.
“Lucia... Nn...”
Desperately calling out to Lucia, who had already left the room. With the very hand that had just clasped hers, she touched her pussy. The vow from just yesterday not to masturbate was nowhere to be found. Right now, she was simply desperate to quench her body's burning heat. But knowing she could never reach climax on her own, she plunged her fingers into her pussy over and over, wailing for Lucia. In the room, thinking of how Lucia had so innocently rejoiced at their reunion. With the hand that had touched the jewel and symbol of the Lorren Church, the beautiful saintess, she defiled her own body. Eyes clouded with lust, lewd squelching sounds spreading through the air. Even in moments Lucia didn't know, Carrot endlessly violated her own doctrines.
“We hold worship in the garden there every week. The grass is surprisingly soft—it's not bad at all.”
“Really? Should we check it out later?”
“Yeah. Let's eat and head down together.”
Lucia smiled brightly at my words. It was 11 a.m. on Saturday, a day off from lessons, so I was giving her a tour of the mansion. Tomorrow, we'd head to the village below. With my arm linked through Lucia's, I couldn't stop the goofy grin spreading across my face. I'd never imagined spending time like this with her.
...Though last night, I'd wasted time masturbating alone until bedtime. Still, the soreness in my body felt a bit better today, so it was fine. After showing Lucia every inch of the mansion from the top floor to the basement, we ate the lunch Rachel had prepared. Lucia seemed pleasantly surprised. She'd clearly underestimated how good the food would be. Even I had been shocked when I first arrived. For succubi who didn't eat orally, this level of gourmet was something special. After finishing our meal, I led her down to the garden and showed her my usual prayer spot.
“This is it?”
“Yeah. The view's nicer than you'd think, right?”
“Not bad. No servants around—how do they keep it so tidy...?”
The garden was impeccably maintained. I'd asked Rachel about it before, and she said she personally trimmed the grass and leaves every dawn. No wonder it felt so meticulously tended. She'd said succubi didn't sleep, but this seemed more like personal diligence.
Squeeze—
As we wandered the garden, Lucia wrapped her arm around my waist and pressed her body close.
“Kyaa...”
The sudden skinship made a voice slip out before I could stop it. Wondering what had come over her, I looked at her face. Lucia ignored me and greeted Ruen, who approached from ahead.
“Hello, Ruen. Having a good lunch?”
“Hi, Saintess sis. Carrot sis too.”
Ruen waved with a bright smile. She seemed to be out for a short stroll. Glancing back and forth between our faces, she gave a sly little smirk before fixing her gaze on me.
“...You two look close.”
She dropped the meaningful line. At that, Lucia tightened her arm around my waist, pressing our bodies even closer as if showing off to Ruen.
“We've been friends for a long time. We're very special to each other.”
Ruen tilted her head slightly. She scanned my body, then chuckled lightly. I stared back in confusion, not getting the point. Ruen flicked her tail playfully and replied casually to Lucia.
“Must be nice. I wish I had a friend like that.”
With that, she spun on her heel and left, her small wings fluttering at her waist. Shaking off the awkward tension, Lucia pulled away from me. She let out a soft sigh.
“...Let's head inside.”
Her expression seemed a bit sullen.
“O-okay...”
I nodded slowly. Lucia looked displeased, making it hard to speak up. And there was another reason.
Wait a sec...
Her embrace had suddenly made my lower abdomen burn hot. Feeling my face heat up rapidly, I swallowed hard. Of all times, while walking arm-in-arm with Lucia. I stole glances at her, swallowing again, then spoke in a trembling voice.
“Um, sis.”
“Yeah?”
“I-I'm... a bit tired. Mind if I head to my room for a bit?”
“Huh? Not feeling well again?”
“N-not exactly, but... I just wanna rest a little...”
Lucia pondered my words, then gently pressed her forehead to mine.
“Hik?!”
The sudden cool touch drew a gasp. She held it there for a few seconds.
“Hmm... You do feel a little warm...”
She placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Then rest with me. I'm getting tired too.”
It was a suggestion that was good and bad at once. My face went blank. My body was heating up because of her, and now she wanted to rest together? This wasn't the best development. But Lucia was more stubborn than I thought. She dragged me to the bed and slipped under the covers with me.
“...Don't get any weird ideas? I'm just staying in case something happens.”
“O-okay...”
Poof—
She hugged me with both arms. A sweet scent wafted over me. Perfume? Or just her natural smell? The warm, sugary aroma made my lower abdomen throb wildly. My heart pounded, the heat intensifying. But whether she knew or not, she hugged me tight, showing no sign of letting go.
No, not good...
I bit my lip, hands trembling. The intoxicating scent and the prickling ache in my gut. Her smell made my head spin, my body go limp.
I can't... I can't do this...
I hated myself for feeling this way in her arms. But the torment clung stickily to my lower belly, refusing to leave. Dazed by her scent, unable to touch my twitching pussy, I could only cling to her endlessly.
Clunk—
Late at night, the sound of the door opening jolted Lucia awake.
“Carrot...?”
She groped the bed, but Carrot wasn't there.
Did she go to the bathroom...?
Stumbling footsteps echoed from outside. It was 1 a.m. Maybe because of the nap earlier, her ears were sharper than usual.
“Mm...”
Debating whether to go back to sleep, but something about Carrot's steps felt off. Not the usual sleepy shuffle. Sensing something strange, Lucia quietly slipped out and followed her.
“Haa, huuaa...”
Her breaths were ragged. The staggering gait, the oddly erotic panting—it all felt wrong. Trailing slowly behind, Lucia watched as Carrot climbed to the third floor, heading somewhere. She knocked on a door: knock knock—
Rachel appeared in lingerie.
“Oh my... What brings you here?”
“Haa, haa... P-please... h-help meee...”
Panting heavily, Carrot begged for help outright. Rachel's eyes curved slyly. She licked her lips, scanned Carrot's body.
“...Come in.”
“Th-thank youuu...”
She let her inside. The door clicked shut.
What the hell...?
Sensing something amiss, Lucia crept to the door and pressed her ear against it.
—Does it feel that good? You went at it so hard by yourself yesterday.
—U-um... I just... can't get there alone...
A conversation whose meaning escaped Lucia began to flow from within.