Sudden Quest (4)

"Haaah..."

After I'd committed an act of public indecency at the church last evening, the hole hadn't been rammed into again in the dead of night.

"That bastard. Got caught mid-thrust, didn't he?"

With ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any luck they'd hauled him off somewhere for good. I rose feeling oddly refreshed and took a shower, then leisurely checked over today's condition.

I'd only come once yesterday, and it had filled a whole nine percent? The guy had stamina to spare, I'd give him that.

"...No changes to the body, at least?"

It was the same springy, obscene body as before. A delicate, slender frame coexisting with a cinched waist and a pair of abundant breasts — apparently that combination was possible. Stack a Charm stat of 79 on top of it, and I was basically sex itself.

"Let's try to have a decent day."

Already the third day since I'd been transmigrated. Aside from a handful of obscene incidents, I'd been getting by just fine.

...I really had.

I put on my uniform, walked over to the vanity, and picked up a tube of lipstick. After dinner last night Yu-ra had ducked into my room for a moment and stocked the whole vanity with her own cosmetics, muttering about what kind of girl didn't even own lipstick.

"...I'll just try this much."

It was from a friend, after all. Telling myself it was a gesture of goodwill, I spread the color across my lips. In the mirror, red bloomed thicker and thicker over my mouth. The feeling was strange.

"Oh... ow."

I ran my tongue over lips gone as dark as if they'd bled, and pain flared. The place I'd bitten down on yesterday still stung.

"Lunch is supposed to be spicy today, too."

I fished a notice out from between my textbooks and stuck it up beside the vanity.

A menu that had my mouth watering on sight.

"Those ribs are toast today. Hehe."

I finished getting ready and stepped out, and Yu-ra was already waiting.

"Na-ho!"

"Yu-ra!"

"You put on lipstick?"

"...Yeah. How is it?"

"Pretty. So pretty. Makes me want to kiss you."

"What are you even saying..."

"Whaat. Hehe."

We pulled each other into a light hug and let go. If even she hadn't been here... I honestly don't think I could have held it together.

"Come on, let's go. You packed your gym clothes, right?"

"Yeah. Even packed two towels."

"Oho, just how much sweat are we planning to pour~?"

"Dunno. First time with the homeroom teacher's PE."

That was true. Yesterday I'd slept in, shown up late, and missed Park Ji-bo's physical training entirely. My Strength was complete garbage, so I was genuinely worried.

"It won't be anything. You jog the field a bit, do some simple calisthenics. Didn't even make a dent in me."

No matter how I look at it, that's your standard, not mine...

We went to the locker room first, changed, and came back to class.

"If it's like this, couldn't we just come to school in gym clothes?"

"It's the school rules."

"...There's a rule like that?"

"Yep. Students must wear their uniforms to school."

Hah... well, I lived in the dorms, so. I waited for our homeroom teacher, tugging down the buruma that kept riding up toward my crotch.

Before long Park Ji-bo walked in with some man in tow.

Clank. Clank.

The man's armor rang with every step, radiating a pressure that filled the room. Neatly cropped short hair; the emblem of the Holy God engraved upon his chest.

...A holy knight?

The moment I saw him, I knew today's PE was already a write-off.

"I hear there's an Oh Na-ho in this class. Which one of you is it?"

"...That's me."

Every pair of eyes in the room swung toward me. I thought, desperately, Please. Whatever you do, don't announce my sins in here.

"His Grace the Archbishop wishes to see you. Come with me."

"Uh... Teacher?"

"Go. You'll make it up with weekend drills instead."

"Ah..."

"I'll let it slide once. Not twice."

"Yeees..."

I stood up with a face like a funeral.

"Na-ho..."

"Don't worry, Yu-ra. I'll be right back."

I really, truly did not want to go. With that feeling sitting in my chest, I asked as casually as I could.

"Um... do I need to wear my uniform?"

"Hmm... that would be best."

The moment we left the classroom, the holy knight opened his mouth in a voice like a closed door.

"Oh Na-ho. First-year freshman of the Holy God Academy, Korean Branch. Admitted as a magic specialist. Is that correct?"

"...Yes."

"Raised at the Holy God Orphanage. Recorded high scores on the nationwide magic aptitude test. Special admission."

"...Yes."

"Hmm... do you know why you are being summoned?"

"...No?"

A holy knight who wouldn't even give his own name, just pouring out questions.

This kind of guy is kinda not my ty—

No. Why was I thinking like that. I smacked the head that kept appraising men like a woman.

"...What are you doing?"

"...There was a bug."

"Hmm."

The holy knight looked at me with an even stranger gaze. The one mercy was that he hadn't followed me into the locker room to keep watch. I changed back into my uniform, dropped my gym clothes off in class, and followed him.

At that same hour, in the Academy Great Cathedral, Archbishop Henri was reading a phrase written on a small slip of paper.

A secret missive, sent from headquarters only to personnel of archbishop rank. The words he had turned over and over like a cud still rose behind his eyelids even when he shut them.

The oracle that had descended upon the Holy God Church three days ago. Archbishop Henri had been turning those characters over with great care.

By that Yin God, all shall be preserved...

Parsed plainly, it meant that the faithful of the Holy God Church would be protected by virtue of the proxy. But he was one of the vanishingly few who knew the true meaning behind the Holy God's name. In other words, the Yin God referred to the proxy's very flesh — and "all shall be preserved," read in the carnal sense of the characters, yielded an exceedingly... obscene interpretation.

...Ahem. What an unbecoming thought.

In any case, that was a large part of why he had summoned Oh Na-ho. Not long after the oracle had descended, a female student who had... masturbated, in the church. Instincts honed by a lifetime of deep faith had told him what that meant.

Well. I shall simply confirm it.

Thinking that much, Archbishop Henri left his chambers. As he made for the waiting hall, two figures came into his eyes.

"I have brought her, Your Grace."

"Return to your duties. I shall take this student from here."

"Yes."

"..."

The female student standing before him was dazzlingly, almost painfully beautiful. Surely this was the caliber required of a Saintess — a woman of the flesh, in every sense of the word. Even Archbishop Henri, already past seventy, felt a brief flutter in his chest.

...She's something else.

The scriptures said the Saintess possessed an aura that bewitched all things. If even an old man like himself was shaken...

"A pleasure, student Oh Na-ho. I am Henri, Archbishop of the Academy Great Cathedral. I discarded my worldly surname long ago."

"Ah... yes. I'm Oh Na-ho."

Oh Na-ho bowed with careful courtesy. The scent of her body drifted over and tickled the archbishop's nose.

"Ahem... first, inside, if you would."

"...Yes."

He led her at once to the chamber that held the Holy Water. Transparent water rested in a massive chalice of white stone.

"A moment."

Archbishop Henri stood Oh Na-ho before it, then went and drew a cup of tap water. The urge to confirm it quickly made him hurry — no. The instant he had seen her, he had already been certain of something.

"Student Oh Na-ho. An oracle descended a few days ago."

"An... oracle?"

"Indeed. The Holy God declared that He would send forth His proxy, and that the Yin God would preserve all."

"...Um. But why me...?"

"This old man knows the true meaning of the name our Holy God bears. As the world understands it... He is not so holy a being. Worldly, rather, one might say."

"..."

Pitch-black eyes, full of doubt and fear. A feeling as if one might be pulled in, like a black hole. Archbishop Henri steadied his leaping heart and went on.

"Every drop of Holy Water consecrated by the Church repels all other liquids. It will accept only a woman's arousal."

"That's insane— hup. I'm sorry."

"Not at all. I too was astonished when I first learned the truth. Now then..."

Archbishop Henri tipped the tap water into the chalice. With a sharp hiss, the water vanished into steam.

"As you see. It rejects it entirely."

"...So?"

"An embarrassing request, but I must ask you to confirm it."

"Confirm what, exactly..."

"In the scriptures, the Saintess's Holy Water is said to shine bright enough to illuminate all directions."

She seemed to realize what was being asked of her. Color flooded her face. Archbishop Henri's own voice was rather ashamed as he continued.

"I would ask that you extract your Holy Water, student Oh Na-ho, and place it herein."

"D-don't say such ridiculous things. How am I supposed to... I don't want to!"

"You must. The appearance of a Saintess will be of great help in driving out the otherworld."

"I said no! How could I do something like that..."

He had not wanted to go that far. But he had no choice. The word of God had to be confirmed.

"..."

He watched her bite down on her lip, her face tight with fury. Archbishop Henri quietly left the room, pointing to a corner as he went.

"There is something there that will help. Well then."

"Ha..."

I was speechless. I'd cursed the thing for not being enough like an adult game, and this was the setting they cooked up? I had never once heard of any scriptures while playing this game. And now it popped out of nowhere to screw me over like this.

Obviously this bastard is toying with me.

I was just taking it, helpless. I forced down the tears that wanted to burst out of rage and powerlessness. Whining wouldn't change a thing.

"Fine. I'll get myself off. Torment me however the hell you want. I'll endure it."

I strode over and picked up the box the old archbishop had pointed to. A peek inside showed it packed with implements for a woman's self-pleasure.

"Oh, for crying out loud... they even smell nice."

However obsessively they maintained these things, I wasn't lying — there was even a faint strawberry scent.

"...Let's try."

I had to, even if I didn't want to. Blasphemy would actually land me in a cell. In the end, there was nothing for it but to masturbate and put my juices in that chalice.

"First..."

I looked around. He had prepared with unnerving care — there was even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a mattress, and towels. I lay down on it and took off my uniform skirt and panties. A room of nothing but marble was chilly.

"Ugh..."

The hollow feeling lasted only a moment. I brought my hand to my pussy. That place was already giving off a faint heat.

"C-can I just put it in...?"

Just in case, I first circled my fingers around the outside.

"Ah... oh..."

The sensation hit immediately. This damn body, with its Sensitivity of 83. I lifted a finger slightly and rubbed around my pussy the way instinct pulled me. Come to think of it, this was the first time I had ever done this to myself.

"Nnh, hah... ah... already?"

When I swept over the slit, I felt it try to suck me inward, swallowing. My lower body was already full of something hot and sticky. I raised my middle finger a little and pushed it inside.

"Ahn!"

The sensitive walls reacted violently even to my thin finger.

"Hurry. Just get it over with..."

I didn't even need the toys I'd brought over. One of my own thin fingers was more than enough for this obscene body to feel it. After sliding in about two knuckles to test, I began to move my hand slowly, careful not to let a nail catch, rubbing the inside with the soft pad of my finger.

"Haa, haa... nnh... a little more..."

A teasing, insufficient feeling. A body that had already tasted violent pleasure through that hole wanted something stronger.

"Nnh, haaunn..."

The small, thin finger gently scraped the walls. Even with clumsy, first-time hands, the slit poured juice as if it were delighted. My head tipped further and further back. My breath grew short.

Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.

"Hahk, ahahk, ang... hnn, hup...!"

My head floated. My toes curled. My body lifted my hips of its own accord.

"Aeuuhk...!!"

The tingling climax arrived in no time at all. Between my trembling thighs I felt water pour out with a sharp squirt.

"Hoo, hooeu, euh..."

I sank into the afterglow for a moment, then sat up. The juices had soaked the mattress through.

"Ah... ha, I need to... do it once more... nnh. Once more..."

There was a small bowl beside me, I realized. This time I held it against the front of my pussy and pushed my fingers in again — middle and ring, both. The slightly thicker pressure made my whole mood go soft and hot.

Ah... this, this... I can't...

Squish squish squish squish!!

I moved my fingers harder and faster than before. Every time those small fingers rummaged inside, an addictive pleasure rode my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spine and soaked my brain. But a somehow unsatisfied feeling made the motion rougher still.

"Aeut, haak...!!"

In my haste I groped my breasts over my clothes. The heavy, abundant fat was crushed in a messy handful, and with a little pain the climax arrived again and snapped my head back.

"Hahk, going... again, I, I shouldn't, do this... I'm coming, coming, haeuuk...!!"

Pshushuut! Pshuut!

I felt the juices shooting from my pussy strike the bowl. Barely holding onto my sanity, I set it down and kept thrusting into myself. On and on.

"Ahk, hageut, aht, haang!"

I couldn't stop my fingers of my own will. How was I supposed to, when just a little thrusting felt so good my brain went soaked and stupid. My back arched so sharply I was floating clean off the mattress.

"Haang, ang! Hat, so good, feels so good... euh, aht, hik!!"

Thrusting through the climax itself, the inside of my head went white. And the moment even my vision turned white, I pulled my fingers out while scraping deep along the inner walls. Wherever the wrinkled flesh was pressed, a violent pleasure bloomed.

"Haaaaang...!!"

Splash. Splash.

Beyond a vision flickering as if I were going under, I saw a stream of juice fly a long, long way. Only after spraying three more times, as if it still weren't enough, did my hips finally settle.

"Hat, ang..."

My lower belly clenched and released as if it were convulsing. Each time, the leftover heat spread, and the afterglow swept through my body.

And then, a moment later, the room was dyed in a brilliant golden light.