#2-15 The Saintess Doesn't Want to Submit♥ (Women - Naked Home Party♥) (2)
The Mera couple's house had become quite lively these days. Starting with the original owner, Amy Mera, there was Heart, whom I'd brought along at first, then later Sion joined us, along with Maid No. 2, two saintesses, Noa, and even the succubi. It was already a spacious place for just a couple, so at least space wasn't an issue. Hilton was still rotting away in the basement (he's alive, though)—thanks for preparing such a big house and a pretty wife for me.
With the saintesses in hand and the groundwork I'd left to the succubi progressing smoothly, things were looking good. The remaining targets of note were the 1st Saintess and the Pope—and above all, Eve. I had a rough plan in place for snagging that last saintess and the Pope. I could probably wrap them up before Eve returned. Then it would be time to welcome back Eve and her holy knights—with preparations thoroughly complete, of course.
There were still some uneasy elements, like that murderer or Eve's return date, but I could afford to relax a little...
And so, we decided to throw a home party today. It was a celebration of our achievements so far, and a chance to give the household a break from all the subtle wear and tear they'd endured. A party here just meant gathering everyone in the house and cooking up more food than usual. We all pitched in with our tasks, bustling about as dishes piled up on the table moved to the living room.
Maid No. 2 and Amy handled the cooking. No. 2's skills were so exceptional that Amy mostly just assisted from the side.
With everything ready, classical music flowed from the magic device phonograph, filling the house as we kicked off the party. It was a modest stand-up buffet style. We gathered in the living room, chatting lightly or exchanging greetings to pass the time. Sometimes, those in the mood would join hands and sway gently to the music.
Thanks to Heart and Noa knowing how to play instruments, they even showed off their skills for everyone.
"What a feast for the eyes, isn't it, Gaon-sama?"
"Yeah. A real treat."
A succubus who'd joined the party sidled up close and whispered in my ear. She didn't need human food, yet her plate was heaped high with dishes. Just as she said, it was a visual feast. Everyone at the party was either fully naked or damn near it.
It was like a house rule I'd set: no clothes inside unless I specified otherwise. I usually provided cosplay outfits or slutty lingerie, so a full-on naked party like this was a rare sight.
"But with the 3rd Saintess gone too, won't that stir up trouble?"
"We were gonna ask the three left at the church to cover, but for some reason, we haven't heard from them since yesterday. We've got illusions in place, so it should be fine, but one of us will head back after the party."
"No contact?"
"Yeah. Probably cut off comms while they're absorbing essence."
Even so, they should keep lines open, right? But succubi are moody; they won't listen if I try to stop them. No issues had arisen from their bold antics so far, so it'd probably be fine this time too... or so Melissa the succubus assured me.
"Alright then, but be careful. At least until we nab the 1st Saintess. No causing a fuss."
"Of course. We'll all behave... Hehe, I can't wait. Thinking about adding another saintess to the collection."
With that, Melissa scampered off toward the table. I followed her. Even with a plate in hand, she reached for food on the 'plate' at the table. She picked up some broccoli marinated in sauce and crunched into it happily, shivering with delight.
"Mmm~ It's got that saintess flavor soaked in—pure bliss. Want some broccoli, Gaon-sama?"
"Nah, not a fan of broccoli."
Instead, I grabbed a meatball from another 'plate.' It was slightly warm from body heat, but tasty enough.
"You... perverts...!"
A voice grumbled from the 'plate.' The fuming 'plate' was none other than the naked Sharon Saintess.
Lying beside Sharon Saintess was Lemon Saintess. Unlike Sharon's furious scowl, Lemon stared blankly at the ceiling with an empty, doll-like expression.
"This house's plates can talk. Neat trick."
"Oh my, what's this cute little bump here? Wonder what it tastes like."
I poked at Sharon's body with my chopsticks. The succubus flicked aside a meatball and tapped Sharon's exposed nipple the same way.
Sharon let out an even angrier groan, but her body didn't twitch. She was simply fulfilling her role as a 'plate.'
I and the succubus began teasing her nipples on both sides, pinching them up with chopsticks.
"You've even sworn your slavery oath, so shouldn't your attitude soften up by now?"
"As if. I'm... a saintess."
"And?"
"......"
"And? Speak up."
"Th-thank... you... I am... Gaon-sama's... slave..."
Without even hypnosis, Sharon confessed it. The fact was now etched into her body, mind, and soul—an undeniable truth she could no longer reject. Even her current role as a 'plate' wasn't due to the usual Hypnosis skill. She simply couldn't defy my words anymore.
Sharon was a unit with mental strength befitting a saintess. That's why she'd resisted full Hypnosis before, sometimes forcing dice rolls against my commands. She'd even failed those rolls occasionally, sending chills down my spine—like when she broke her bindings during my brief absence and tried to assassinate me.
But now? No more of that.
"Fast or slow, time will make you obedient. Like Lemon Saintess beside you—maybe you'll end up worshipping me like a god and falling in love. Can't wait for that, Sharon Saintess."
"...! No way...! More importantly, let the 3rd Saintess go...! You'll get divine punishment for real! Not me, but her... this woman...!"
Since she wouldn't use her name, I figured they weren't that close, and swirled my chopsticks around Sharon's pussy. Then I pinched up her clit.
Sharon trembled with shame, humiliation, and the creeping pleasure from the stimulation.
"One was hiding inside your pussy too..."
I pulled out the meatball from deep in her pussy and popped it in my mouth. The sweet pussy juice sauce gave it a unique, lewd flavor.
Sharon muttered "scum..." at the sight, but her fire had dimmed.
Meanwhile, Succubus Melissa grabbed a sausage from somewhere and shoved it into Lemon Saintess's pussy. The doll-like Lemon let out a soft "Ah..."
After stirring it around inside Lemon's pussy for a good while, Melissa pulled it out—glistening like it had been stir-fried in oil. She offered me the first bite, then devoured the rest herself. It must've suited her taste; with a lecherous grin, she added another sausage, coating it thoroughly in Lemon's juices before eating.
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Leaving the table scene behind, I approached Amy, who stood in the corner.
"What're you doing over there, Amy?"
"Huh? Oh, no... just a bit..."
Amy held a plate of food, staring intently at the object in the corner. There, a raggedly dressed man knelt bound, his eyes blindfolded with black cloth.
"This decoration... it kinda looks like my husband—no, my former husband."
"Does it? Nah, doesn't seem like it."
The man in the corner was none other than Hilton Mera, whom I'd kept locked in the basement. After all that time in the pitch-black hellhole, I'd invited him to the party out of pity. Maid No. 2 had graciously dumped scraps into a dog bowl in front of him, but he hadn't touched them. Gaunt from years in solitary confinement, he now sat like a docile doll, his mind dominated by hypnosis. To Amy under hypnosis, he just looked like ordinary corner decor.
I took the plate from Amy's hands and set it aside. Then I sipped from the glass I'd brought, pulled her into an embrace, and started kissing her—making sure to slurp obscenely loud. Loud enough for the objet d'art—blindfolded Hilton Mera—to hear.
After a moment, I pulled away. Amy breathed out the scent of alcohol, gazing up at me with heated eyes. I drew her closer, kneading one breast with one hand and her slightly bulging lower belly with the other, whispering:
"But you still prefer your ex-husband?"
"...No. Not at all."
"Then who do you like now?"
"Obviously... my current husband, Gaon-sama. Only you... I love you."
Over time, Hilton Mera had become Amy's 'ex-husband.' Now, her husband was solely me. Any love for her ex had completely cooled. Even thinking of him now, he felt like a total stranger—not even worth pity.
As Amy reached out to caress me back amid her passionate confession, I rewarded her with fiercer caresses and deeper kisses. The slurps even more vulgar than before. Her moans growing even more lascivious.
Even hearing those sounds, Hilton Mera remained a soulless doll, head bowed. Neither I nor Amy spared him a glance. Instead, we delved deeper into our sticky, marital intimacies.