Sudden Quest (6)

"Hah... huff..."

Sweat dripped in fat beads from silver hair grown just long enough to catch it. Even in the dead of night, Arthas had come out to a corner of the Academy Athletic Ground and was swinging his sword.

Master of the next Holy Sword. Student council president. Saint. A man wearing that many titles had no use for a curfew. The dorm supervisor had all but thrown up his hands and told him to do as he pleased.

"Hah. Just two more sets and— hm?"

A shape moved in the dark, slipping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠along with careful, secret steps. An enemy, infiltrating the academy? Arthas sheathed his sword at once and fell in behind the unidentified ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠figure.

Mm...?

Something about it was familiar. The build was close to the girl who never left his thoughts — and then came the scent he had been unable to forget from the first moment he met her. Sweet. Faint. More fragrant than any fruit.

"...Where is she going?"

Oh Na-ho was running somewhere in the dead of night.

"Hah— hah— augh, I'm dying..."

She didn't get far. She folded over, gasping, and for a moment she looked like a pitiful little squirrel. A cute one.

...What am I thinking.

Arthas shook the thought out of his head and carefully drew a blessing around himself. One of the gifts the Holy God had bestowed upon him: the Night's Veil. A curtain of night wrapped him close — invisible to the naked eye, and equally invisible to magic.

"Nobody around...?"

She checked her surroundings, then started walking again. Those small, earnest strides — where was she going with such determination?

...The Grand Cathedral?

That was the direction. Why would she be heading for the church past ten at night? The morning's incident rose unbidden in his mind. What business had taken her there? If she had done something wrong — if someone was threatening her — he could be the one to punish them.

This is when it comes in handy.

The title of Saint. A flicker of purpose settled in his chest, and Arthas followed Oh Na-ho into the dark.

She scurried the whole way and arrived at the church.

"Clear?"

Her hair — fine and flowing, as if it had been woven from the night sky — swayed with the turn of her head. White skin. Eyes that held glittering starlight. She swept the area with a look.

...Beautiful.

Had he ever seen a woman like that in his life? Only his beloved mother, or the Holy God he revered, could wear a figure like hers. No — there was one more now.

She knocked on the cathedral's side door and straightened her collar. The door opened. The man who appeared was Archbishop Henri of the church.

"Hmph..."

Arthas's violet eyes took in the building. He had the confidence and the skill to slip his body through that side door in the instant before it shut. But he wanted to follow more quietly than that.

"That way, then."

A window a few floors up stood open. A simple push off the ground sent him floating up and through it.

A laundry room?

Rags hung drying. A washing machine sat against the wall. Arthas slipped out as quietly as he had entered and made for the grand prayer hall. The spot he chose was a small railing tucked behind the colossal statue of the Holy God.

This should do.

In the distance, the archbishop and the girl were walking toward him. When she lowered her hood and her face was bared, he felt his heart knock against his ribs.

"Everyone's gone, right?"

"Yes, Saintess. I have sent them all away. I am the priest on duty this night as well, so none shall come."

"Well done, Archbishop."

"But of course."

Saintess.

Archbishop Henri was not a man who spoke falsehoods. And that man had called her Saintess. Arthas closed his eyes. She was a being chosen by the Holy God, the same as he was. As if the threads of fate had wound the two of them together.

...Even so. I should approach her carefully.

Their first steps toward each other had gone badly astray. To set that right, Arthas watched her.

"You should go too, Archbishop. Um... around two in the morning? Come back then."

"To return alone at night would be dangerous—"

"If it's dangerous inside the academy, every student here should already be dead."

"Ahem... I have misspoken."

She seemed rougher than usual, somehow. Or rather — a little more sure of herself.

"Then I shall take my leave."

"Yes. Make sure! Come at two."

"Yes."

What did she mean to do, emptying the Grand Cathedral like this? For a moment Arthas wavered.

Is it something secret? Then I shouldn't be here...

But to draw closer to her, learning one of her secrets couldn't hurt. They were the Saint and the Saintess — sooner or later, they would have no choice but to be bound. And she might be in danger.

...

No. He was just... curious. About all of her.

Just a little longer...

For the first time in his life, instinct overran reason. Arthas hid himself more carefully still.

The door shut. The archbishop was gone.

"He's gone...?"

She walked slowly toward the front of the Holy God statue. Her fingers hesitated, then moved with a gentle ease. The robe that had wrapped her slender body slipped away, little by little — and the faintly glowing, naked form of the Saintess filled Arthas's eyes.

"Haa..."

Once the archbishop was gone, I spread my magic one more time. Magical detection was getting a little more familiar. The grand prayer hall of the Grand Cathedral held not a single presence.

"Alright..."

I checked the quest one last time. Nothing had changed. A week obviously hadn't passed yet.

"Then I'll start— hm?"

Ding!

Why an alarm all of a sudden...? A bad feeling crawled up my spine. I swallowed a dry throatful of nothing and tapped it.

"...Fuck."

You piece of shit. The second the penalty stopped meaning anything, you slapped this garbage on instead. Didn't you pick me as your Saintess yourself?

This is why you can't make a decent goddamn game. You moronic developer bastard...

I let out a small sigh and ran my eyes over the words of apology.

Doing whatever the hell you want, huh.

That settled it. The Holy God was watching my every move, and it was trying to break me. I could feel it.

...Go on, then. Do whatever you want.

I had sworn it before, and I still had no intention of ever submitting to the Holy God. I locked my eyes on the statue and walked toward it.

Rustle. Rustle.

The robe I had been holding shut slid down over soft skin.

"Nnh..."

Already a dull, throbbing ache was starting up low in my belly. I knew there was no one here, and I was still afraid someone would come. No... a little part of me was hoping someone would—

"Just get it over with."

I set the things I had brought in a neat row beside me and slowly sank to my knees.

"Ah— that's cold..."

Pale knees met the chill of the marble floor. I settled my thighs down over my thin calves and sat. Naked dogeza. This was how you did it, right...?

"I-I am a filthy... slut who dared to... offend the Holy God... a s-slut-bitch... Please accept my... apology."

I spat the humiliating words and bowed my body down with them. Both hands folded neatly. My full breasts crushed against the cold marble.

"Hhn..."

Humiliation surged up, and anger with it — and through the gaps in both, a cheap, vulgar heat began to bloom. I could feel my nipples stiffening, mashed against the hard stone. My pussy was warming too, turning sweet and heavy. I pushed myself up in a hurry.

Ding! Ding!

"Hah..."

I bit my lip, swatted the alarm window away, and spread the robe out on the floor. A towel went down on top of it. I settled myself over that.

"I am a filthy slut-bitch who dared to offend the Holy God. Please accept my apology."

Cutting myself down with my own mouth. Spreading my legs wide, vulgar and open. I took two smooth, elegant fingers and rubbed slow circles over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my sex.

"Hnh...!"

I hadn't noticed it before — a small nub, poking out at the top of my pussy. What people called a clitoris. A woman's pleasure bud. I covered it gently with my middle and ring fingers and pressed down.

"Ahn! Hah... I-I am a filthy... hah... slut who... nnh... dared to offend the Holy God... a slut-bitch... Please... ahn... accept my apology..."

The alarms didn't reach my ears anymore. Every nerve I had had poured into that tiny little nub, and the only sound left was my own ragged voice, echoing off the stone.

"Haa... hahk, ah, that's good, nnh..."

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

My pussy had gone soaked in no time, and every pass of my hand wrung an obscene wet sound out of it. The humiliating apology I was reciting on top of that only threw fuel on the fire. My hand sped up. The wet sounds grew louder.

"Ah— I am— I am... a filthy slut-bitch who dared to offend the Holy God... nnh— please... accept my... hyaaaahn!"

The first climax hit me like a step off a cliff. Masturbating on my clit was violent. The pleasure was enormous.

"Accept my... ahn, hah... a-apology... hih!"

I finished the fourth recitation in a long, shuddering squirt of love juice.

"Hnnn... I'm so tired..."

The words of apology had more of an effect than I'd expected. It really did feel like I was turning into something else...

No. I'm not.

Anyway. Every climax burned through a ridiculous amount of stamina. How many times had I already come today? I was starting to understand why women passed out. If you got hit with pleasure like this over and over, of course the brain pulled its own fuse. It was the only way to stay sane.

"Six... six more left... Just knock them out and go home."

I didn't even have the strength to sit up. I lay back on the robe and pushed my fingers in. My lower mouth sucked them down like it had been waiting. I still had time until two. I moved my hand a little more slowly.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"I am... Holy G-ahhn... a filthy slut-bitch who... dared to offend... hah... the Holy God... Please... accept my apology..."

The exhaustion vanished as fast as it had come. All that was left was the heat rolling out of my belly and running the length of my body. Addictive. Fierce. A stimulus that ravished me from the inside. I finished the fifth apology, then the sixth, and collapsed in another spray of juice. From my waist down to my legs, I shook, wringing out the aftershocks.

"Hahk, hahk... I-I'm gonna die..."

The curse of a Strength stat of 11 made itself known. My arms had gone numb and tingling. In the end I pulled out the thing I had snuck along with me.

Click. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Wait... why is it vibrating that hard..."

Right. One of the toys from the masturbation box the archbishop had told me about. Of the lot, I had picked the one with a thin, long shaft and a round ball at the end — the smallest, so it would be easy to sneak out.

"This... looks like it's meant to go on a clit?"

I swallowed without meaning to. I was supposed to use this on my clit? Wouldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that just burn my brain out on pleasure?

I was still turning that over when — fortunately. No. Unfortunately.

"Haguuh!?"

The cock from the Hole came calling.