Oh, My Saintess (5)
Oh, My Saintess (5)
The Saintess's flimsy barrier was making its last stand.
The instinct of her lower body, desperate to cling to me and reach climax right now, and the pure faith she had upheld her entire life, were clashing, driving her insane.
'Oh, so you're going to stop yourself?'
I smiled a thick, lingering smile inwardly.
This pleasure, once tasted, is a potent poison from which one can never escape by their own will.
If she tries to clumsily endure it, all that awaits her at the end are withdrawal symptoms that will tear her reason apart.
"I see. It seems I pressed your lymph too hard. I'm sorry, unnie. You looked so tired that I got a bit greedy without realizing it."
Without a hint of displeasure, I tidied my clothes, even blaming myself.
It was Choi Yeon-joo who was flustered.
Even though she had pushed me away, when I truly withdrew my touch and stepped back, a deep, undeniable regret and thirst flashed across her silver eyes.
"Ah, no, it's not Lee Seo-yang's fault... Ugh, I, I just..."
"No, it's fine. Don't overdo it today and get some good rest. I'll be going now. See you in class tomorrow."
I didn't give her a chance to make excuses, cleanly getting off the bed. Then, after politely bowing to her, I turned away without a second thought.
"Ah... Lee Seo-yang..."
A pitiful voice, as if trying to hold me back, came from behind me, but I opened the door of the private room without mercy and stepped out.
Click.
The door closed, pushing the Saintess into complete isolation.
"Hehe."
Walking down the dark dormitory hallway, I couldn't hold back my laughter.
The depths of her, where my fingers had just left, must now be throbbing madly with an empty void and burning heat.
Even if she clutches a cross to pray, my touch will come to mind, and if she closes her eyes, the explosive pleasure just before climax will shimmer, making her writhe on the bed.
The guilt of having pushed me away herself.
Yet, the cycle of corruption that makes her crave that pleasure again.
'I'm looking forward to tomorrow night.'
The moment when the Saintess, armed with her faith, breaks her flimsy pride, crawls to my feet, and tearfully begs me to touch her.
Inside the prayer room, left alone after I departed.
Saintess Choi Yeon-joo was kneeling, tightly clutching a cross.
"Have... mercy on me. Please wash away this impure heat within me..."
She recited the prayer again and again with trembling lips, but it was no use.
On the contrary, every time she tensed her thighs to pray, sticky love fluid seeped from her secret place, which Han Yi-seo's fingers had just explored, soaking her underwear.
'I'm going crazy. Why, why is this happening...!'
The skin on the inside of her thigh, where Han Yi-seo's fingers had touched, was boiling as if it had been burned.
Though her mind knew it was a demonic temptation and corruption, her body was already perfectly steeped in the succubus's pink Demonic Power.
"Haa, ugh... Lee Seo-yang..."
A name that escaped her lips without her realizing.
Choi Yeon-joo gasped and covered her mouth, but her reason was already kneeling before instinct.
In the end, she lowered the hand clutching the cross, trembling.
And over her soaked Negligee, she pressed her own secret place firmly.
It was a desperate struggle to somehow resolve this maddening thirst herself.
"Ah, ack... Hmph!"
But it wasn't enough.
Her own touch lacked that thrilling, sweet current.
Far from filling her with pleasure as she rubbed, only a vast emptiness and thirst that only 'Han Yi-seo's touch' could satisfy grew explosively.
"Hngh, ugh..."
In the end, the Saintess dropped the cross to the floor, clutched the bedsheets that still carried Han Yi-seo's unique peach scent, and had to spend the night panting like an animal.
It was a night when the faith she had dedicated her entire life to was shattered into pieces by the mere finger of a seventeen-year-old silver-haired female student.
The next afternoon, in the academy's main lecture hall.
"...Therefore, the Church considers the origin of Demonic Power, ugh, as a derivative of Divine Power..."
Choi Yeon-joo's voice, standing on the podium, trembled slightly.
It was a special lecture on Understanding Divinity for all freshmen.
The Saintess, who would normally captivate the audience with an angelic, benevolent smile, was clearly not herself.
Dark circles hung heavily under her eyes, and her cheeks were abnormally flushed.
Moreover, every time she moved to write on the blackboard, her legs seemed to give out, and she would grasp the podium, her body trembling faintly.
'How pitiful. Looks like she didn't get a wink of sleep last night.'
Sitting in the very back of the lecture hall, I rested my chin on my hand, leisurely observing her state.
In the succubus's vision, the thick, pink haze emanating from Choi Yeon-joo's lower body was clearly visible.
The scent of suppressed lust on the verge of erupting. The noble Saintess, the pride of the Church, was now in a state no different from a female in heat, in front of hundreds of students.
Just then, Choi Yeon-joo's silver eyes, which had been nervously scanning the lecture hall, met my gaze in mid-air.
I gave her a slow, seductive eye-smile. Then, I raised my right index and middle fingers, the ones that had explored her depths last night, and lightly touched them to my lips.
"Hick...!"
Instantly, Choi Yeon-joo swallowed a short scream and dropped the chalk she was holding.
Her face turned a furious red, as if it would explode.
I could clearly see her legs twisting together, tightly clenching her crotch.
That single, simple gesture must have struck her mind with last night's pleasure, causing her to gush with love fluid.
"Sa-Saintess-nim? Are you alright?"
"Ah, no. Just a little anemia... Oh, let's stop here for today."
In the end, Choi Yeon-joo hastily concluded the lecture and fled the classroom as if escaping.
Watching her retreating figure, I was certain.
'Tonight's the night.'
The poison had spread to her very core. She had now become a body that could not sleep for even a single second without my permission.
That night, in my dormitory room.
I had just finished showering and was leaning against the bed, reading a book, wearing only a light shower gown.
Knock knock.
In the dead silent night, a very faint and cautious knock echoed.
The corners of my mouth slowly curled upwards.
"Who is it?"
There was no answer.
Instead, the doorknob trembled, and only suppressed breathing seeped through the door.
I leisurely walked over and flung the door open.
"Oh my."
Standing before the door was an uninvited guest, clad in a black robe pulled low over their head.
Although her face was completely hidden, the sight of her legs giving out and her collapsing to her knees the moment she saw me made me feign surprise, covering my mouth.
"Yeon-joo unnie? At this late hour, what brings you to the student dormitory...?"
Shhhk.
Choi Yeon-joo pulled down the hood of her robe.
Silver hair, soaked with sweat and clinging to her face,
Eyes red and swollen, smeared with tears and bodily fluids. And bare skin revealed through the robe.
Surprisingly, she was wearing nothing but a thin piece of underwear beneath the robe.
"Haa, haa... Lee Seo-yang..."
She crawled towards me, as if on the floor, and clutched the hem of my shower gown with both trembling hands.
"Unnie. This is troublesome. Yesterday, you clearly said with your own mouth that this goes against your faith and pushed me away."
Without any intention of helping her up, I looked down at her and spoke in a very cold and condescending voice.
At my cold reaction, thick tears streamed from Choi Yeon-joo's eyes.
Her flimsy faith had long since turned to ashes before these terrible withdrawal symptoms.
"I, hngh, I was wrong... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pushing you away..."
The Saintess, revered by tens of thousands of followers of the Church, was rubbing her face against a mere freshman's leg, weeping loudly.
At her desperate submission, the succubus's tingling Demonic Power surged from my dantian, threatening to burst forth.
"What are you sorry for?"
"Yesterday... what Lee Seo-yang touched yesterday... Haa, I, I can't stand it without that... I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't sleep, my lower body keeps throbbing, and strange fluids are coming out..."
A Saintess, uttering with her own mouth that her 'lower body is throbbing.'
How sweet and sacrilegious this confession was.
"Is that so? Still, others might misunderstand. A Saintess crawling into a female student's room, begging to be touched, what a sight."
Even with my venomous words, Choi Yeon-joo didn't flee.
Instead, she subtly pulled open the hem of my gown that she was clutching, then began rubbing her hot cheek against the skin of my bare thigh.
"Ah... it's warm, Lee Seo-yang's scent is so good... Please, please touch me. Like yesterday, just rub *there*... Please, do something to my body, please...!"
Now, as if her reason had completely flown away, Choi Yeon-joo panted, trying to bury her face between my legs.
I roughly grabbed her silver hair and forced her head to lift.
Meeting her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, I smiled a cruel smile, brimming with the succubus's Demonic Power.
"If you want it that badly, unnie, say it yourself."
"Hngh...?"
"Tell me exactly where and how you want to be touched. If the Saintess-nim says it clearly with her noble mouth, then I'll consider it."