Dispatched Saintess (4)
"Now, I think you misheard me."
Lucia furrowed her brow, looking displeased. A strange tension began to fill the air. Rachel's gaze roamed up and down her body, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
Lucia was a lifelong devotee of the faith. Born into a prestigious priestly family, she'd grown up surrounded by goodwill and attention from others. Even after becoming the Saintess, nothing had changed. Whether purifying corrupt demons or subduing heretics, she didn't consider herself some delicate flower raised in a greenhouse.
But Rachel's gaze was different. It wasn't the honest look of someone facing her directly—it was tainted with filthy desire, something Lucia had never experienced before. Under that sticky, repulsive stare, her body stiffened involuntarily.
"Oh my... is that so?"
It sounded like she was affirming Lucia's words, but her eyes didn't change at all. If her first impression had been that of an elegant noblewoman, now Rachel was just a succubus brazenly revealing her lust.
The odd tension lingered. Footsteps echoed nearby, but Lucia couldn't tear her eyes away. Then Rachel broke it with a sly smile.
"Hehe... I was just teasing."
"...Pardon?"
"We're succubi, remember? Something like masturbation wouldn't be an issue for us."
Just moments ago, she'd acted like she was about to devour her whole, and now she was pulling back. The sudden humility only made it more disorienting. As Lucia swallowed dryly, Rachel continued.
"It's just that if your voice gets too loud, the girls might hear. As their teacher, that could be a bit awkward, no?"
"Well, that's true, but..."
"I was just trying to give a friendly warning to be careful, but you were so cute, Saintess..."
Lucia's expression deflated at that. Rachel chuckled softly and shrugged her shoulders.
"The girls are even more mischievous than I am. Be careful next time, okay?"
With that, Rachel turned toward the dining room. Lucia stared blankly at her retreating figure for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"...What a weird woman."
She muttered her impression aloud.
Thump, thump, thump—my heart pounded like mad. At the same time, a sharp pang stabbed my lower belly, hot heat spreading from there.
I swallowed hard and slumped against the door, taking deep breaths.
Lucia...?
The scene I'd just witnessed replayed vividly in my mind. Rachel talking with Lucia—they were exchanging unbelievable words amid that weird atmosphere.
Lucia masturbating. And using me as her fantasy.
"Haa, haa..."
A rough groan escaped my lips. I clenched my fists, bit my lip, and curled up.
The stabbing in my lower belly made my panties grow wet. More stimulating than the fact that Lucia had masturbated was that her fantasy had been me.
Thinking about it drained the strength from my body. The scorching heat clung stickily to my lower belly, refusing to leave. I swallowed again and slipped my hand into my pants.
It was 8 a.m. On my way to breakfast, I'd accidentally overheard Lucia and Rachel talking. When I first heard it, it felt like a hammer to the head.
Squelch, squelch—
"Hngh..."
As I fiddled with my clit, sounds started leaking out.
"Haa... ngh..."
The day before yesterday, Rachel had taught me another way to masturbate that felt amazing. I'd debated doing it yesterday too, but if I kept accepting her 'help' so much, I'd never escape this place. So I'd held back.
And now, after overhearing Rachel and Lucia... I regretted not getting her help.
Squelch, squelch—
I rubbed my clit slowly, then stroked the pink slit up and down. A tingling sensation raced up my spine. Carrying that heat, I circled the side of my clit.
"Hah, aaah—"
A blissful happiness melted my brain. No mere 'feels good' could describe this pleasure.
I'd never masturbated once with this body. Masturbation was a waste of time. It was vulgar, dirty, blasphemous. That's what I definitely thought a few months ago.
Of course, I still half-believed that now. But touching my pussy blanked my mind. The electric tingles swept through my thoughts, leaving me unable to think. The hot torment in my lower belly faded too.
That's why masturbation had become a daily routine. Once in the morning before meeting the triplets. Once before bed. When my body heated up unbearably, I'd ask Rachel for help.
But her 'help' felt too good. An addictive ecstasy flooded my entire body. That's why I'd planned to cut back on it.
I sensed it instinctively. If I got hooked, there'd be no turning back.
It was completely different from the joy I used to feel. Praying, reciting scriptures, offering holy words to the goddess. Purifying evil and proving my faith. That was happiness to me.
But after learning about this 'masturbation'... my threshold for happiness shattered.
Nothing else brought this much joy. Electricity crackling through my brain, moans spilling out uncontrollably, my whole body shuddering in ultimate bliss.
"Het, hnghk..."
Squelch, squelch—
Twisting deep into my pussy entrance made groans pour from my mouth. Tingles. My brain flooded with pleasure chemicals, driving me insane.
But no matter how hard I plunged, it never matched Rachel's help. Her assistance was incredible—several times, dozens, even hundreds of times better than when I did it alone. I didn't know how she did it, but that's why I kept going to her room for it.
Squiiiish—
"Haa, haa..."
After plunging for a good while, I pulled my hand away. Glancing at the time, 20 minutes had already passed. Just from touching my pussy a bit.
I have class... class...
I forced strength into my trembling legs and barely stood, heading for breakfast.
Rachel mimicking Lucia's words still echoed in my head. Calling my name while masturbating.
"...Ngh."
My lower belly flared hot again, but I ignored it and headed to the dining room.
"Sis, those earrings are super pretty."
"Saintess sis. Do saintesses really eat gold-infused soup every morning?"
"Hey, kids... um, you're making sis uncomfortable..."
The classroom where the triplets always had lessons was noisier than usual today. All because of Lucia, appointed as their special home tutor.
"Ahaha... w-where did you hear about gold soup...?"
"A friend told me!"
"We don't eat that fancy stuff. Even saintesses have regular soup..."
Surrounded by Ruen and Lua, Lucia flailed her hands in panic, her face flushed. Lucy clung tightly to me in my arms, trying to calm her sisters. Lucy looked flustered too.
First day of class with the Saintess. Amid the hyper triplets' chaos, Lucia seemed utterly bewildered.
"Ahaha..."
I smiled awkwardly at the sight. It'd been ages since I'd seen Lucia this flustered. I figured saintesses were pros at handling people, but Lucia was surprisingly picky about who she dealt with. High-energy types like this left her at a loss.
It was an adorable quirk.
"E-everyone. We have class, right? Class!"
"No one does lessons on the first day."
"Yeah. Nowhere on the continent starts class day one."
"Today's the first and last class..."
The Lucia who was usually fawned over as the Saintess was floundering like this. It was so amusing, I couldn't help laughing.
She shot me a aggrieved look, as if protesting: I'm suffering here, and you're just enjoying the show?
I wasn't that enthusiastic, but the saintess title is appealing, after all.
It'd been three days since Lucia arrived. Time flew faster than expected, and she was returning to the church tomorrow. Why did happy times vanish so quickly? I felt a deep pang of regret.
Holding Lucy tight and smiling at the rowdy girls, she suddenly looked up at me intently. A hazy feeling washed over me.
I stared blankly back. Her lips curved up.
"...Sis. Sh-should we, um, st-step out for a bit...?"
I nodded slowly.
"Huh? Where to?"
As I stood, the surrounded Lucia asked.
"Just stepping out a sec... Lucy said she wanted a snack..."
"Hurry back..."
She clearly found this overwhelming. I smiled at her, took Lucy's hand, and left the room.
The fog in my mind thickened. Lucy's eyes glowed red, and heat bloomed in my lower belly.
Staring at my face, Lucy murmured.
"...You taste even better now?"
Those were the last words I heard as consciousness faded.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye. The short dispatch ended, and Lucia could return to the church.
"...What?"
This was her office. Lucia's dumbfounded voice echoed.
She clutched a letter. The situation was so absurd, she'd blurted it out without thinking.
We have sent a small token of our sincerity and would like to hire Ms. Lucia as our home tutor.
In addition, we wish to donate 5 million gold to the church, and hope that Lucia would visit the mansion three times a week to serve as our home tutor.
She scowled, trying to decipher the intent behind the letter. But no matter how she puzzled over it, she couldn't read between the lines.
With a deep sigh, she plopped into her office chair.
...What on earth is she scheming?
The question swirled in her mind.