#2-15 The Saintess Doesn't Want to Submit♥ (Sion - Home Party Sex♥) (3)
Succubus Nella was one of the two who attended Gaon’s home party alongside Melissa. And regrettably, she was also the succubus who had to bail midway through that delightful bash.
It was because she lost a wager against Melissa over splitting roles—a little climax showdown, basically, where you station a woman you fancy by your side and compete to drive her to ecstasy in the most artistic way possible... No need to delve into the details.
'Anyway, what the hell are the others up to?'
Her frustration was aimed at the remaining three succubi who’d gone radio silent. On Gaon’s orders, they were out seducing the Holy Light Kingdom’s key figures and planting seeds of lust among the church faithful. But those moody bitches weren’t just following commands—they were thrilled to the gills, conquering men and women alike like fish let loose in water. That was probably why they weren’t picking up. They hated anyone interrupting their fun.
If they’d checked in on time, Nella wouldn’t have had to return to the church disguised as the 3rd Saintess.
'What a party that was~.'
It really was a feast for the eyes and hands. Every woman under Gaon’s thumb was a gem that’d make any succubus drool, casually strutting around naked or in mortifying outfits, reveling in the party. A succubus paradise. Like a box of fun toys.
Hell, even the saintesses were there playing platter, and Nella had poked at them with her chopsticks for kicks. She’d snuck in some yin energy drains too, muffling the sounds so as not to get caught by Gaon.
She’d sampled the 3rd Saintess’s yin plenty during training sessions, but the 2nd’s was a first. And it didn’t disappoint. Divine.
Word was there’d be some “special entertainment” later, but she hadn’t stuck around for it. That fact left Nella truly lamenting.
Lost in such thoughts and sighing deeply, she arrived at the church. She immediately cast a spell on herself, transforming into a plain, unassuming believer. Then she strode confidently toward the back door.
More soldiers than usual stood guard there—thanks to the recent intruder incident, their numbers had swelled.
One spotted Nella approaching and halted her. “Who goes there!”
“Hard work on this late hour, sirs. I was out on the Saintess’s orders and have just returned.”
She flashed the saintess’s insignia from her bosom—a rosary exclusive to saintesses. Anyone church-affiliated could spot it as the 3rd Saintess’s at a glance.
The soldier eyed her suspiciously anyway, but Nella just smiled back, unperturbed. Just regular grunts, not even knights. A whiff of succubus pheromones and a light hypnosis later, even their wary stares at the late-returning “saintess” melted away, and they waved her through.
Succubus Nella passed the back door and slipped into the church. Sure, it was warded with barriers, but she’d already punched holes in them—no risk of detection for a disguised succubus coming and going.
Once inside, she shifted back to the saintess guise and prowled the dim corridors lit by faint magic stone lamps. She crossed paths with patrolling soldiers or knights now and then, but they just nodded greetings to the saintess wandering the halls and moved on.
Eventually, she reached the 3rd Saintess’s room deep in the church.
But surveying the empty corridor, Succubus Nella tilted her head. 'Weird. Shouldn’t there be a knight on standby?'
A young female holy knight, deeply hypnotized, no less. She’d still staunchly believe the saintess was inside—so imagine her shock at Lemon Saintess popping up in the hallway instead. Nella had planned to re-hypnotize her and mess around a bit.
'Bathroom break, maybe?'
No big deal either way. She’d taken a liking to the girl and wanted to tease her a little, but oh well.
Nella opened the saintess’s door and stepped in.
“You’re late, Lemon Saintess.”
At the sight of the figure waiting inside, she froze solid.
In the room, dimly lit by a magic stone lamp, someone sat on the bed where no one should be. Demurely perched with knees slightly askew was a woman with holy golden hair.
The standout feature: her eyes were closed. Yet even with them shut, she faced Nella straight on, as if she could see her perfectly.
Nella had never laid eyes on her before. But the distinctive habit, different from ordinary nuns’, and those facial traits gave her away instantly.
“The 1st... Saintess...”
Muttering in Lemon’s voice and likeness, Succubus Nella felt a chill. Thankfully, the shock didn’t break her transformation spell.
“Where’ve you been at this late hour, Lemon Saintess? Didn’t we tell everyone to stay cautious after that murderer intruder?”
“S-sorry. It’s just... being cooped up got stifling, so I...”
Even as she stammered excuses, Nella felt cold sweat prickling inside. What the hell? Why does this saintess exude such pressure?
It wasn’t like Gaon’s dominance. Not holy intimidation either. How to put it—like “water.” The vast ocean, maybe? A strange pressure that seemed to swallow and pierce right through her.
Anyway, as Nella scrambled to calm her and make excuses, her eyes caught it.
Behind the saintess, sprawled sideways on the bed: a lump. A woman. Bound. One of Nella’s three missing colleagues who’d gone incommunicado—
“Eek...?!”
“Surprised? She’s a succubus. Bold enough to barge into the Prayer Room and try assaulting me.”
So, as a warning to fellow saintess Lemon, she’d brought her along as an example. Lamenting how lamentable it was for such evil to roam freely in the church.
The bound succubus lay sideways, eyes blindfolded, gag in mouth. Naked body bore whip marks and bite scars here and there.
Caught by a saintess—why the hell were there torture marks?
Mid-story, the 1st Saintess grabbed the succubus’s limp tail. It twitched in response, but she ignored it, injecting a light—very light—dose of holy mana through it.
The succubus shuddered violently, muffled screams leaking past the gag. Holy torture. To a lust demon, such sacred power was poison.
A saintess-level force could pulverize a succubus to dust in an instant, but she dialed it just enough to torment. Ruthless.
Drool spilled from the gagged mouth, and with a psshhh, she squirted fluids like piss.
“Oh dear, sorry for soiling the bed,” the saintess said with a faint smile.
Nella swallowed hard. Backing up, hand on the doorknob—
She’d bolt at the first opening, but it wouldn’t budge.
'Can’t escape?!'
“Trying to run, Saintess? Why ever?”
“Oh, uh, I just forgot something...”
“My, it almost seems like you’re avoiding me. Is that it? That’d make me so sad.”
“N-no! Not avoiding!”
“No, you are. Of course you are. You’re not Lemon—you’re a succubus.”
Nella swore she heard space itself crack with ice.
She thought. Pondered. What was the smartest move right now?
Decision made, her form glitched with static—zzzt—revealing her true succubus self.
Channeling max mana, she unleashed hypnosis to enthrall the saintess—
Thud!
“Gahk?!”
A crushing weight from above slammed her flat like a giant hand pinning her down. She writhed pathetically on the floor, unable even to lift her head.
The pressure persisted. Above her hovered a translucent golden ring.
The 1st Saintess extended a hand toward the prone Nella, smiling lightly. “Shall we chat a bit? I think we have plenty to discuss.”
Beneath that almost cheerful voice, Nella could only groan face-down on the floor.
Imagining her own grim future ahead... and whatever had befallen the other two unseen succubi...
The home party Succubus Nella ditched carried on a little longer.
The saintesses, once relegated to platters and feeling sidelined, were freed midway to eat off normal plates and join the fun proper.
2nd Saintess Sharon devoured her food with a grudge-filled scowl, like it was her enemy. 3rd Saintess Lemon melted in fast, singing hymns to Noa’s piano accompaniment.
Gaon lounged in the midst, groping whichever woman’s ass caught his eye, dragging one off to a corner—or right in the middle of the party—to fuck her senseless.
And his current turn was Sion.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch—
“Ah, ah, nngh...♡ Gaon-sama, Gaon-saaam...♡♡”
Sion cried out in bliss. Hands braced against the wall, one leg hoisted up, Gaon plunged his cock into her slick cleft.
Each time that thick shaft pistoned through her drenched folds, their fluids splattered everywhere. Deep smacks echoed as groins collided.
Gaon’s merciless thrusts stabbed her womb relentlessly, making Sion’s vision spin deliriously time and again.
It felt good. Incredibly good. A shared ecstasy—for Sion pierced by Gaon’s cock, and Gaon churning her sopping pussy.
Spurt spurt spurt...!
At last, he came blissfully inside. Gaon’s semen flooded Sion’s quivering core, trembling with joy and pleasure.
The prolonged ejaculation ended, but Sion shuddered and panted for ages after. Her body spasmed uncontrollably; the pussy clutching his cock clenched and relaxed inside, milking every last drop.
When he finally withdrew slowly, some of that milky load backflowed from Sion’s still-upraised leg, dripping down...