#2-6 Laundry's Naked Employee Sharon (Sharon - Hypnotic Sexual Harassment Interview♥) (2)
Thick fingers caressed Sharon's soft labial mound, then circled her little bean in slow loops. At the touch on such a sensitive spot, Sharon felt a bizarre thrill race through her entire body. A pathetic little sound slipped out of her before she could stop it.
'Wh-what...? Is this... really okay...?'
Sharon fell into confusion. It felt like something was wrong here. But this was just a simple inspection. There couldn't be any problems. That much was clear...
"Do you masturbate normally, Sharon?"
"Ah, eek... Th-that's..."
"It's for the evaluation. You have to answer."
"...Ugh...!"
In the end, Sharon had no choice but to answer obediently. She confessed everything without omission—how often she masturbated, what methods she usually used. All the while, Gaon's hand kept toying with her clit and pussy. Even when Sharon reflexively tried to pull away from his touch, Heart had snuck up right behind her at some point, shoving her body forward and trapping her in place. In the end, Sharon was left defenseless, thrusting her hips out and surrendering her pussy to Gaon's hand.
His touch, which had started as gentle grazes, gradually grew rougher, relentlessly pushing her further.
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch...
"Hoo... Hooooh♡ N-nooo... Not th-there...♡♡"
He directly fiddled with her erect little clit. Transparent nectar soon began leaking from Sharon's pristine virgin pussy.
Even a saintess blessed by the holy goddess couldn't help but feel it when touched like this. A saintess was still a female at heart, after all. Gaon savored her reactions, leisurely playing with her as he suppressed the incubus power that drove women mad—just enough to prolong the fun. Each tweak made her clit swell harder. Sometimes he'd scoop her love juices from her writhing slit and smear them on her clit, continuing the thorough training.
Ah... A-ahh... Eek...!
"No, no—eek, u-uuugh...♡♡!!"
He kept up the clit training like that for a good while before finally pulling his hand away. Sharon trembled for ages afterward, haunted by the lingering afterimages and echoes in her body. Gaon fiddled with her nipples while waiting for the sensations to fade. His touch there sent fresh waves of pleasure surging up too. Sharon couldn't believe the ecstasy flooding her from something as simple as having her nipples played with.
"For now, the physical exam ends here. You've got a body with some lewd talents that'd fit right in at our laundry."
"Lewd...?"
Sharon murmured in complicated emotions at the word she'd never heard aimed at her before. Calling a saintess's body lewd? What blasphemy...
"But it still needs a bit more taming. To become an elite employee at our laundry, this isn't enough. I'll prescribe some ointment later—rub it all over your body before bed every night. It'll be especially effective on your nipples and clit. Soon enough, just a light brush will have you sobbing in ecstasy."
It wasn't a welcome proposal for Sharon, but since it was for becoming an elite employee, she couldn't refuse.
"Now, shall we continue the evaluation?"
In front of the dazed Sharon, Gaon slowly stripped off his pants and underwear. Her blank eyes stared at his exposed, thick, rigid cock...
.
.
.
"......?"
When Sharon came to her senses, she was standing in front of Mera Laundry. Her head felt foggy, her body burning hot. She racked her brain trying to remember why she was standing here like this.
Her mind finally cleared when Gaon patted her shoulder.
"You alright, Saintess Sharon?"
"Eh? Ah..."
What had happened? It felt like there was a blank spot in her memory. It was odd, but she answered that she was fine. She was just a little dazed—nothing wrong otherwise... That had to be it.
"No issues at this laundry either, right?"
"Y-yeah. Even the basement... yeah, nothing happened..."
"Good. Shall we head to the next spot? Or since it's getting late, head back?"
Sharon checked the time. Somehow, so much time had passed that it was nearly time to hand off patrol duty.
"When did... it get this late?"
"As expected of a saintess. I'm impressed by how diligently you patrol—you lose track of time. My donation to the security force was worth it."
Was that it? Had she just been so focused on patrolling that time flew by? Either way, it was time to head back. She couldn't keep her sponsor hanging around any longer.
Sharon was about to say they should return when she swallowed her words for a moment.
"What's wrong, Saintess?"
"...No, nothing. More importantly, Mr. Gaon, let's head back. Thank you for accompanying our patrol today."
With that, they returned to security headquarters and handed off to the next shift. By the time they arrived, the strange heat boiling in Sharon's body had finally subsided.
That night, it seemed the murderer had struck again. He'd badly injured the patrollers who spotted him and escaped. Even though they were mercenaries with decent skill as warriors, their failure heightened the alert level against the killer.
* * *
..................
...........
.......
Fwosh—!
A streak of silver flashed through the dark cave. The monster charging ferociously was cleaved in two by the silver light in an instant. It was a massive ant-like monster, bigger than an adult human. Its jaws were tough and vicious enough to crush rock. The real headache was that this was just a lowly soldier ant. Monsters of this size and ferocity spawned endlessly under the queen.
The tunnel where Eve now fought was nearly overrun by these ant monsters and other beasts.
'Ant monsters aren't rare in themselves. But their toughness and savagery are abnormal.'
Eve was on a church-assigned mission to exterminate the monsters in this mine. She had reliable holy knights and soldiers with her, but the prolonged cave battles had left them all showing clear signs of fatigue.
This ancient mine shaft stretched deep and wide both downward and sideways. Add in the new holes and tunnels dug by the monsters, and scouting every nook drained both time and stamina.
But that wasn't the only problem. The thick aura of Ruin permeating the mine made Eve frown. At first, she'd thought the church elders had pushed this unimportant mission just to feed their greed. But maybe there was some truth in the intel they'd provided. A Ruin monster might have spawned, and failing to act fast could bring great harm to the Holy Light Kingdom's people.
'Not just the kingdom—the whole continent might suffer.'
The Ruin aura was this dense. There could even be an Apostle or Seed here. If so, they had to deal with it quickly. Finding the target in this ant-nest maze would take time, though.
'The expedition might drag on longer than expected...'
Her initial estimate of wrapping up within a month and returning looked like it needed revision. Eve pressed deeper into the mine without dropping her guard—for the peace of this continent she loved.
* * *
The 3rd Saintess Lemon had been swamped with work lately. The nightly prayers had stopped due to the murderer rumors, but that just meant an influx of petitions, worry letters, and anxious consultations. The capital's residents' fear of the killer was growing, so Lemon had to show herself more publicly than ever, offering comforting words to ease their panic.
On top of that, the 2nd Saintess had dumped all the paperwork for the killer investigation on her, claiming she'd push it more aggressively. Reports of Ruin monsters had spiked in the last few days too, piling on more tasks. Blessing holy water and sacred weapons effective against Ruin beasts was her job, as was praying for healing over the sick who came to the church. And now rumors of an incubus haunting the church itself. Listening to priests' woes about strange dreams, directing searches—it all fell to her.
"...I'm gonna die."
Late at night, well past midnight, Lemon stared at the stack of documents on her desk with dead eyes and muttered. Normally, she'd push through with a sense of fulfillment, but with even prayer time stolen, she was starting to feel the strain.
She wanted to pray now, but she was so exhausted she'd probably face-plant asleep mid-prayer. Better to sleep first, then pray with a clear head. For Lemon, this was an unusually pragmatic decision. Postponing prayer was that serious for her.
'Alright, time for bed then.'
After getting ready for sleep, Lemon pulled the incense burner from her bedside closer. A gift from Noa. She'd only used it two or three times, but it always left her feeling deeply satisfied. She filled it generously with the scented oil, lit it, and closed the lid. Sweet fragrance wafted from the holes, quickly filling the room. Inhaling it made her eyelids heavy. True to its reputation as a relaxing scent, its effect was potent. She gave up even on a quick pre-sleep prayer and drifted off hugging her blanket.
A short while after she fell asleep, click— The door to Lemon's room opened soundlessly, and someone slipped inside.
