2-4 Church Visit (Noa - Naked Bitch Walk) (1)

Night in the corridor. What emerged from the shadows ahead was a familiar face—a holy knight.

There were plenty of holy knights in the order, and though Sharon was a saintess, she didn't know all their faces by heart. Noa, however, she remembered well, thanks to her connection with the third saintess.

And she's my type, too.

Not in looks, but in personality and traits. Noa seemed the epitome of purity and diligence—exactly the kind of person Sharon sought in her recruits.

But why at this hour?

More than that, she'd sensed multiple presences just moments ago. Yet here was only Noa, alone. Had it been her imagination?

"Ah, um... Lady Sharon? Saintess? What brings you here at this hour...?"

"Just heading back to my room. Had some business outside. What about you, Noa?"

Noa hesitated at Sharon's question, but only briefly.

"I, well... I was just out for a walk..."

"...? The knight quarters aren't far from here?"

"......I, uh, prayed a bit in the chapel."

I see. Sharon didn't press about the late hour. She often saw people coming to the chapel at night for prayer. The days were busy and chaotic; nights offered rare solitude.

It made sense why Noa had hesitated. Visiting the chapel this late implied deep troubles, and airing them wasn't wise.

I've gone and made her uncomfortable. She probably wanted to pray in secret and slip away unnoticed.

Hmm. Should I offer to listen as a saintess?

Sharon pondered. A proper saintess would, but she was a "delinquent saintess"—it didn't suit her temperament.

If she were truly desperate, I'd hear her out.

Sharon glanced at Noa again. Her eyes darted about, her posture fidgety. She didn't seem eager to unburden herself.

She's close with Lemon, right? That overly kind girl would be better for this.

Decision made: Sharon wouldn't hold her up. Still, she might mention it casually to Lemon later.

"Well then, I'll be going, Lady Sharon."

"Sure. Sorry for stopping you. May the Goddess's blessing be with you."

Sharon waved with the standard saintess farewell as Noa bowed and passed. Then, something bizarre caught her eye.

"...!?"

Sharon froze in shock. For a split second, Noa passing by looked stark naked. A red collar encircled her neck.

But it vanished instantly. Her vision normalized. Noa was fully clothed in ordinary knight attire, vanishing down the corridor. No way a holy knight like her would prowl the church naked at night. Must've been a trick of the eye.

"I'm just tired..."

Sharon shook her head and headed to her room.

......

"Whoa, thought we were busted."

"Seriously. She seemed to sense something off."

"Doesn't look like she pierced the illusion. Just has killer instincts. Beast-level."

"I was terrified 'cause she's a saintess~."

Once Sharon was well out of sight, voices emerged around Noa one by one. The illusion dissolved, revealing four succubi encircling her.

"That was way too close... No more of this..."

"We decide that, don't we, bitch?"

"Hehe, if we'd been caught, we'd all be dead."

"Nah, we could've bolted while she was stunned by our bitch knight here."

The succubi chimed in, groping Noa's body freely. Breasts, ass—treated like toys. Noa was naked amid them, red dog collar around her neck.

After nightfall, the succubi had dragged her out for a naked church stroll. Dirt smeared her hands and knees—from crawling the chapel's inner courtyard moments ago.

They'd even made her piss on the goddess ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠statue's pedestal. A naked holy knight, leg hiked like a dog, urinating under her revered goddess. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Recalling it, the succubi burst into giggles.

A passing priestess had even spotted it. Thrilling even in memory.

"Scary, but lucky in the end. Got to test our illusion on a saintess."

"Wouldn't have worked normally."

Could their illusions fool a saintess? They'd worried, but it succeeded flawlessly.

Sharon hadn't noticed the succubi, Noa's nudity, or their leering appraisal of her body.

Her instincts were sharp—something felt off—but that was it.

"Just like Lord Gaon said."

Low- and mid-tier succubi fooling a saintess? Impossible normally.

But they'd succeeded thanks to a successful dice roll.

And that roll succeeded naturally, courtesy of this holy knight's [Luck] skill.

"With her, toppling the church will be a breeze."

Even entering the church's holy barriers should've been impossible for succubi. But Noa's [Luck] bypassed it easily.

The priestess passing during Noa's piss? Hypnotized on the spot, memory erased.

And now the saintess fell for their illusion.

All thanks to Noa's potent skill. Future plans would follow suit.

"Hehe, such a tempting girl."

"Love her in every way. Wonder if we could snag her from Lord Gaon. No chance, right?"

The succubi praised her, poking and kneading her pleasure spots. Noa twitched in the corridor corner, nipples, clit, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy, ass all toyed with.

Afterward, instead of returning to quarters, Noa continued her church stroll. Crawling on all fours like a bitch, leashed by the succubi, dragged through the halls...

* * *

I woke to find a letter by the window. A bat-like creature perched on the sill; as I picked it up, it dissolved into mist.

Succubi familiar.

Wish I could telepath like with Lete.

[Command Voice] only worked on hero units. Lete and Mea could respond freely; Barosy and Noa only received one-way.

Eventually, two-way like Lete—but not yet.

I checked the letter.

Noa request denied, obviously. Rest looked good.

Saintess illusion? Low odds, but it worked.

Noa's [Luck] skill is a monster.

Even stronger now with her level up. Total cheat character.

Smooth sailing. Succubi would handle the rest as ordered.

I'd visit the church soon for details.

Already great news.

Postscript: intel on Eve.

The biggest worry: Most Noble Knight Eve.

After she trounced me once, she was my trauma.

Her being away physically? Huge relief.

"...Noa's luck again?"

Momentum was mine. In the month before Eve returned, I'd seize her church.

When she came back, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it'd be a trap—a cage for that beautiful, fierce beast.

No mistakes this time. I'd hunt her down.

And save her—with these hands—