#2-13 The Saintess Has Submitted (Sharon - Saintess Submission♥) (2)
"......."
Another... morning...
Sharon, who had passed out after being ravaged by Gaon once again, woke up this morning as usual.
Though she had risen from sleep, she didn't feel refreshed at all. Instead, a faint sense of unease bubbled up in her heart.
What will happen to me today? Will I have to serve him humiliatingly naked from the morning? Or will I be thrown back into that tentacle room like always? Or maybe he'll teach me some new form of humiliation and shame I haven't known yet.
Ever since meeting Gaon, Sharon had experienced all sorts of indignities she'd never imagined before...
If he knows I'm awake, he'll come again.
She waited warily with that thought, but for some reason, Gaon didn't show up.
"......?"
He always appeared like a ghost right after she woke up. Today, though, it was taking a bit longer. Had he gone out after a long time?
After waiting on high alert for a while with no sign of him, Sharon finally relaxed a little. She sank deeper into the soft bed.
The door opened and someone entered only after she'd rested another hour or so. Thanks to letting her guard down and getting a bit more sleep, her heavy, foggy mind felt a little lighter and clearer than before.
"You're awake, Saintess. If you're tired, feel free to rest more."
The one who entered was Amy Mera, the original owner of this Mera house. Amy stroked her lower belly with a strangely seductive face and spoke reassuringly to Sharon.
"...Where's that man... that trash?"
"Why would you speak of him that way, Saintess...? He said he'd give you a bit more rest. You have free time until sunset today."
"What."
Sharon voiced her doubt, but Amy continued with what she had to say.
"If you're tired, sleep more. Meals are ready anytime, so let me know if you're hungry. You can wander anywhere in the house freely, but please stay out of the basement. And no going outside. But if you need anything, just tell me or Number Two. We'll get whatever we can."
Amy continued.
"Gaon said your 'punishment' is sufficient now."
Punishment. Was it about the retaliation from her last escape attempt? Did he mean she'd paid enough for what she'd done up until yesterday?
Sharon felt conflicted—should she be happy about this or not? If so, was this 'free time' a celebration of the punishment ending...?
No... that doesn't seem right.
Sharon looked at Amy again. Amy seemed like an ordinary married woman, with no hidden intentions. But a chilling sensation crawling over her skin made Sharon ask,
"After sunset... what comes after this 'free time'?"
"He said something about wrapping things up. Sorry, I don't know the details either."
Wrapping things up.
Hearing that word, Sharon gripped the blanket tightly in both hands.
He had always demanded her complete submission. So, was he planning to force her to submit fully by the end of today? And if he failed, what then? Would he dispose of her?
I'm not scared.
She had no intention of submitting to a man like that. Better to be disposed of—killed—than endure more humiliation.
"Then rest well, Saintess. Let me know if you need anything."
With that, Amy left. Seeing her lightly morning sick before going made Sharon's already complicated feelings even more tangled.
Alone in the room after Amy left, Sharon considered lying back down but instead got up fully. The traces of last night's sex still lingered, making her feel sticky all over.
First, she needed a bath. Then she'd think about what to do with the time she had.
Staggering to her feet, Sharon headed to the bathroom.
Sharon emerged from her room around just past lunchtime.
She'd wanted to rest longer in her room, but hunger pushed her out. Plus, she didn't want to run into Gaon, and luckily, she didn't.
Gaon was up on the third floor with Sion and Heart.
As she climbed to the third floor, she could hear moans and his voice through the door. They were apparently having lunch inside too, and Amy had warned her sternly not to go near that room.
If I barge in now, won't they be defenseless? Maybe I could ambush them—
She entertained the thought briefly but gave it up. It'd be pointless. She'd fail just like last time.
Instead, she demanded a meal. A lot more than usual. Thick, juicy steaks, eaten however she pleased.
Her request was promptly fulfilled, and a steak bigger than any she'd seen before appeared. Perfectly seared, tender enough to melt in her mouth without any chewiness.
It's really delicious. The food here's been amazing the whole time I've been staying.
The church meals were often bland due to gender restrictions... but even accounting for that, the food here was mysteriously delectable.
Maybe that's how she'd endured Gaon's brutal sexual torment—the delicious meals and snacks in between.
After eating, she'd feel energized, like she could handle a few more hours of abuse...
That seafood dish last time was good too. Fresh ingredients like that were only available in places like Leveille Kingdom...
She devoured one massive steak slab, and another was immediately served. She wolfed that down too, then demanded more.
Amy looked shocked, like she'd witnessed something unbelievable, but Sharon ignored her.
"...Come to think of it, Amy. You said to ask for anything I need, right?"
"Ah... yes. Anything except letting you go outside—we'll do our best."
"Then can you bring me ——?"
Amy nodded without hesitation and headed downstairs to go out.
...Feeling uneasy about sending a clearly pregnant woman on an errand, Sharon finished the additional dishes anyway. The food mysteriously converted straight to energy, replenishing her lost stamina.
Tonight was the decisive moment. She needed to stockpile as much strength as possible now...
In the end, before Sharon could try anything new or find a method, the sun set.
Her free time was over, and she was immediately summoned to the third floor.
"Had a good rest today, Saintess Sharon?"
In the third-floor room she arrived at, the tightly shut door opened, and a thick, intoxicating female scent assaulted her immediately.
Mixed with the female aroma was a lewd, musky male scent.
The room was a total disaster. Wet stains everywhere, dried semen splattered across the floor and walls. Various obscene sex toys littered the floor and bed without exception.
On the bed sat Gaon leisurely, with Heart and Sion collapsed beside him, tangled together.
Both were covered in all sorts of fluids, passed out in exhaustion. Their bodies still twitched with aftershocks, steam practically rising from their hot skin.
"......."
"Your complexion looks way better than the past few days. Glad you got some real rest."
"You think this is fun, doing shit like this?"
"Well... yeah. Fucking fun."
Gaon scratched his head like it was a silly question.
Back in the modern world, he hadn't been that into women. There was the ex-girlfriend thing, and work left no energy anyway. Sex had felt more like a chore.
But the women here—at least the ones he touched—were all beauties. No matter how much he looked, touched, or tasted, he never got bored. Sex wasn't a chore; it was pure joy.
Especially now with his succubus body. Tasting women never got old; some instinctive greed urged him on.
He could cum endlessly without tiring, no post-nut clarity—super convenient. But on the flip side, no matter how much he fucked, satisfaction never came, which was annoying.
He'd meant to kill time casually with the two (Sion and Heart), but before he knew it, he'd marathon-fucked them nonstop. Sorry about that. They were still unconscious and twitching.
"It's fun, sure. But more importantly, it's something I have to do."
"...You said before, Lady Eve was your goal."
"Right. You remember?"
"To get her... you're trying to break me."
"Yeah. You remember everything. I figured stuff like that would've flown out of your head by now."
He didn't mention favorability bonuses or whatever. No point explaining game systems to Sharon.
Gaon rose from the bed and approached her. Sharon glared at him, lips pressed tight.
His shadow fell over her. Without hesitation, his hands wrapped around her shoulders and groped her breasts over her clothes.
Her sensitive body twitched and trembled at the mere touch.
"I heard this is the 'wrap-up'."
"Amy told you? Yeah. You held out a long time. Ending it today."
"Don't make me laugh."
Sharon raised her arms to push him away, but a strange force blocked her, sapping the strength from her limbs.
But she didn't give up.
"Don't make me laugh, you bastard. I won't lose to a piece of shit like you. I'm way tougher than you think—several times over."
"Whoa, scary. Guess I gotta step it up."
To her desperate words, Gaon replied with his usual leisure smile. Then he grabbed her pushing arms, pulled her into a tight embrace, and kissed her.
A kiss devouring her small lips. A sticky deep kiss thrusting his tongue in. A dense, thorough tasting of every corner of her mouth, drawn out slowly over time—until finally, it broke.