Taming the Saintess (3)
Lucia felt a surge of panic rising within her. "Hup..." She clapped a hand over her mouth and ducked into the corner. The scene she'd just witnessed lingered in her mind. It had been a glimpse through the crack in Carrot's door, but it was etched clearly into her memory. Carrot and Rachel, locked in a kiss.
Those two...? She couldn't believe her eyes. The door was closed now, so she couldn't see inside. It must have been a mistake. That's what Lucia told herself. And yet, her pounding heart refused to calm down. No matter how much her reason insisted, Carrot wouldn't do that, her instincts screamed otherwise. There was something between Carrot and Rachel.
"Hoo..." She finally managed to steady her racing thoughts. Yeah, it was nothing. I must have seen wrong. Carrot wouldn't kiss someone else. She tried desperately to erase the image from her mind, biting her lip and furrowing her brow. She knew prying wouldn't be good. Even so, Lucia strode forward and grasped the doorknob to Carrot's room. For a moment, she considered knocking. But surprise was the only way it'd mean anything.
Creak— She eased the door open slowly.
"...Lucia?"
There sat Carrot, face flushed beet red, and Rachel. Carrot hastily wiped her mouth. Rachel gazed at Lucia with a relaxed expression, the corner of her lips curling up ever so slightly.
"Saintess? What brings you here?"
"...Nothing much. I just missed seeing Carrot's face. I used the projection stone a bit early."
"Oh my. You should have told us you were coming. We could have prepared breakfast for you..."
"Don't worry about it. I already ate."
Today, she'd been eager to see Carrot, so she'd scarfed down a quick breakfast and activated the projection stone right away. Which was how she'd walked in on this. Swallowing dryly, she glanced around the room. Nothing unusual about the scenery—it was the same backdrop she saw every night. A small Manus statue sat on the desk... though its color seemed a bit off. Darker, like someone had spilled water on it. Probably an accident.
Lucia's gaze shifted to Carrot. She was panting oddly, and didn't look well at all.
"...But, Carrot. Are you sick?"
What could those two have been doing in here? She shoved away the dark thoughts—she didn't want to imagine. Carrot shook her head at Lucia's question.
"N-no... I'm fine. Not sick at all."
"You're out of breath. Shouldn't you skip today's lesson?"
"No. Rachel just checked me over... I'm okay now..."
Every word came with a gasp. Lucia had no retort for Carrot's frantic waving-off.
"...Okay. Come down to the dining room when you're feeling better. Let's talk."
"Yeah... got it..."
Slam— All she could do was leave the room. Carrot had said she was fine earlier, but that dissonance gnawed at her.
I should install a magic detection tool in Carrot's room. Something felt off. Rachel was already suspicious enough, and now this vibe between her and Carrot? A faint sigh escaped amid the growing unease.
...She'll be fine. The thought popped into her head. This ominous feeling was just paranoia. Carrot would be fine. She was the unparalleled strongest holy knight. Unyielding in any adversity, always flashing that bright smile—the pinnacle of holy servants.
She repeated it like a mantra on her way to the dining room. But the anxiety lingered, haunted only by the image of Carrot pressed close to Rachel.
****
"Mm..."
Lucia's demeanor was a little off. I stared at her face. We were in the middle of class now. She'd smile at the kids, but the moment our eyes met, she'd pout like she was sulking.
She must have seen it after all...?
The kiss with Rachel. Talk about awkward. It wasn't even something I'd planned. My memory got fuzzy midway—I couldn't recall the details. But when I snapped out of it, I was making excuses to Lucia. My body was burning up strangely, our tongues entwined, a silver thread of saliva linking our lips. I'd tried to play it off, but it clearly hadn't worked.
"Phew..." I let out a heavy sigh. My mood was sour. Like something unpleasant was stuck in my chest.
"S-sis? What's wrong?"
"Ah... It's nothing."
I'd been lost in thought. Lucy clung to me, asking just that. Her tail wagged, then coiled around my thigh. Whenever I made that face, Lucy wrapped her tail around me. Rachel later explained it was a sign of affection. And ever since she'd gone down on me last time, the gestures had ramped up.
I gently stroked Lucy's head. She beamed and nuzzled into my chest. Her cuteness drew a laugh from me before I knew it. Lucia shot me sidelong glares. Every time our eyes met, she'd hurriedly look away. Adorable, like she had a lot to say but no clue how to start.
"...Lucia."
I set Lucy aside for a moment. Lucia's eyes widened at my call, and she nodded.
"Y-yeah."
"Could you read this?"
I handed her the scripture beside me. It was class time, after all—no letting personal stuff derail the lesson. Understanding, she took it obediently. Her soft voice followed, and I smiled, continuing the class. We'd finish our talk later. I needed to sort things out with Rachel too. I'd relied on her a lot so far, but no more. If I sank any deeper, there'd be no turning back. I had to find a way to handle my lust without her help. Once I did, I'd complete the mission, get out of this mansion. With Lucia.
****
"Mm..." Lucia twisted her thighs, face flushed. After a moment's hesitation, she slipped into the bathroom.
"Hooo..." She exhaled hot breath.
Carrot's image from class replayed in her mind. Had she stared too much? Carrot kept checking on her, probably worried about that morning. But Lucia's glances had a different reason.
She's extra sexy today... isn't she?
It was Carrot's outfit. Thinner fabric, a deep neckline exposing her curves blatantly. Carrot usually hated showing skin. "Unnecessary exposure is no good," she'd say, sticking to modest clothes. But today was different. Her killer figure—massive breasts, petite height with perfect proportions, wide hips, plump ass—was on full display. The church mascot buzz had been real; she was stunning. In revealing clothes? Devastating.
Carrot seemed oblivious, stealing glances back. Lucia stood there, tugging her skirt down. Her panties were soaked. Her libido had spiked lately—was that it? She hesitated to touch herself. Was this okay in the mansion bathroom? But Carrot's cleavage flashed in her mind. Smiling brightly, unaware of how exposed she was. The contrast was weirdly arousing.
Lucia slid her hand down, rubbing her clit.
"Hngh, haa..." She leaned against the wall, legs trembling. She circled her clit, teased the edges softly. As she moved to slip fingers into her sticky wetness—
-Sis... hurry...
Okay...
Sorry... y-your outfit's too sexy...
Lucy and Carrot's voices from outside. She froze, pulled her hand away, hiked up her skirt.
Hm...? The conversation sounded odd. Sexy outfit? Swallowing, she washed her hands quickly and peeked out. Carrot and Lucy walked hand-in-hand toward Carrot's room.
A bad feeling hit. Lucia trailed them stealthily. That morning with Rachel was suspicious enough. This mansion was too weird. She'd felt off before—Carrot's ragged breathing, flushed face after stepping out. Plenty of red flags, even without proof.
"...Saintess?"
Halfway, Rachel appeared behind her, calling out. Perfect timing.
I need to follow... Her tailing interrupted, impatience flared.
"...What is it?"
"Where are you off to?"
"I have something to tell Carrot. Just popping into her room."
"Is that so? Lucy mentioned something earlier. Why not go later?"
"Sorry, it's urgent."
"Even so—"
Lucia ignored her, hurrying off without a backward glance at "wait." She reached Carrot's door, swallowed hard, and flung it open.
Slam—
"Carrot. Suddenly, I—"
Her words died. Slurp, slurp— The sight froze her solid.
"Hah, heek..."
Lucy was eating out Carrot's pussy. Tongue rolling lewdly, wet sucking sounds. Lips pursed, suckling her clit.
"See? I told you."
Rachel's soft voice followed. An arm snaked around Lucia's waist. Pressure built at her temple—
"Come back later."
Snip—
"Eh...?"
Something snapped. Her mind fogged.
"Ah, ugh... nng...?"
Disoriented, she staggered, then thumped to the floor. Drowsiness crashed over her. Propped against the wall, gasping, she strained her blurry eyes. But sleep hit harder.
"Lucy, honestly. I told her to be careful during meals..."
Rachel approached. She covered Lucia's eyes gently.
"...Sweet dreams, Saintess."