2-6 The Laundry's Naked Employee Sharon (Lemon - Sleep Conditioning ♥) (3)
Lemon's room as a saintess. This room was off-limits not only to outsiders but even to most church officials—only a select few were granted access. Or unless the saintess herself gave special permission.
Someone brazenly opened the door and stepped inside without permission. The room was filled with the sweet, hypnotic scent from the incense burner, but the intruder paid it no mind and entered anyway.
The intruder was the holy knight Noa Florence.
At her side, the succubi who had been hiding their forms with magic began to reveal themselves one by one. They approached the saintess lying on the bed, waving hands over her to check her sleep.
"She's sleeping deep, real deep."
"All thanks to that aphrodisiac incense Lilith made~."
Under the incense's power, the saintess had fallen into a profound slumber. She wouldn't stir even if carried away—not until the scent faded come morning. They could do anything to her in the meantime.
The succubi giggled at the thought.
"Sis... Lemon sis."
Noa also drew close to the sleeping saintess. Seeing Lemon's peaceful face, a flicker of doubt crept in: Is this really okay?
She hesitated for a moment, but quickly reminded herself this was Gaon Moon's command. She steeled her resolve. Her master's orders were absolute. She was nothing but a slave bitch who obeyed.
With a soft rustle, Noa pulled back the blanket covering Lemon, then stripped off her thin nightgown. Lemon apparently never wore undergarments to bed—her pristine, voluptuous breasts spilled free. They looked heavy even at a glance. About the same size as Renoa's, maybe. They'd bathed together as kids in the orphanage, but not once since becoming adults. Seeing Lemon naked like this was a rare treat after all these years.
"Oh my, her nipples are inverted."
"Saintess has sunken nipples~ Master doesn't like 'em, I think~ We'll fix that later~."
The succubi swallowed hard at the sight of the saintess's flawless body but held back from touching her. It was the holy power radiating from her clerical aura. A regular believer might be fine, but Lemon was a hero unit, a high-level priestess—her body brimmed with divine energy even unconscious. Touch her wrong as an evil being, and you'd get purified or worse.
That's why they needed Noa's help.
A low hum filled the air as Noa laid her hands on Lemon. The invisible divine barrier enveloping her lifted. It was neutralization using the same holy power from a fellow cleric. Back when Noa was a weak Lv.2, impossible—but now at Lv.3, she could handle neutralizing an defenseless saintess.
Under the succubi's expectant gazes, the process finished. The prickling discomfort vanished; she felt safe now. One succubus experimentally groped Lemon's breast—only the heavy, soft heft transmitted through her palm, no backlash.
"...Success."
"Hehe, jackpot. Getting to taste a saintess like her."
The succubi climbed onto the saintess one by one. They fondled her soft body, teasing intimate spots and sensitive areas. As the lust demons' touches roamed, Lemon's face soon twisted, soft moans escaping—but she showed no sign of waking.
"Good job, holy knight."
"Now we can drag the saintess down too."
"Gaon-sama's gonna be thrilled."
Having completed the big task, Noa received her reward: the succubi swarmed her, kneading her breasts and stroking her pussy.
In the room thick with sweet incense—meant to be a place of quiet piety—two women's disheveled moans echoed endlessly.
...
Clink. Gulp, gulp.
Late at night, in the Mera couple's kitchen, Gaon Moon quenched his parched throat with cold water.
It was still too early for anyone to be up. His patrols had messed with his rhythm, but even so.
"Are you alright, benefactor Gaon?"
Lost in thought with his glass, he noticed Mrs. Mera—Amy—approaching. She'd woken because of him, it seemed.
"...Amy."
"You look pale. You seemed off when you woke up. Are you okay?"
Okay? Of course he was.
...No, not at all.
He'd jolted awake from a nightmare, clothes soaked in cold sweat, body shivering with chills. It was a dream of Eve. That damn woman killing him and all his retainers. Orc general Barosy dead. Mea, staying behind to buy time, dead. And worst, Lete throwing herself to protect him—dead. In the end, Gaon too was impaled alongside her, sword piercing his heart.
The cold bite of the blade in his chest. Blood leaking from the punctured heart. Lete's warmth, one-armed and calling his name as she died with him...
Ever since reviving with Mea's secret item, the dreams kept coming. Reliving that day endlessly, no escape.
Lete died.
Her arm severed by Eve, yet she still shielded me.
Honestly, his own death felt unreal still. Eve's final mercy, maybe—piercing clean through his heart, sparing the bones, no prolonged agony. But Lete, cradled in his arms as she bled out... that memory burned vivid. Her severed arm, blood pouring, body cooling fast as they shared the sword's kiss.
He'd sensed Lete didn't hate him. She'd joked off her "evil-lover" tastes, denying any fondness, but Gaon wasn't blind to her obvious affection.
He's human too. Kindness begets kindness. And someone you like dying for you? No way that's pleasant.
Swoosh—Before he knew it, Amy was wiping sweat from his brow and cheeks with a towel. Gaon let her for a moment, then snatched it, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.
Amy accepted the hug and kiss naturally. Though her body stiffened briefly at the ass fondling that followed.
"Amy, Amy. Take tomorrow off. Leave the laundry to Employee 2."
"Eh? But..."
"Amy, Amy. Be a good girl and listen?"
She couldn't refuse him anyway. He was her sky-like benefactor. Whatever he commanded, whatever he did, Amy could only yield helplessly.
Gaon's hands stripped off her thin negligee, baring her in moments. Soon, they stood in the living room, locked in an embrace, kissing.
"Deeper, stickier kisses. Put love and affection into it. Like with your husband—but nastier for me. Amy, Amy."
"Mmmph... Y-yes...♡ Yesss...♡♡ N-nastier than hubby... Ahh...♡♡"
Amy tilted her head up for Gaon's kiss, pinching her own perky nipples hard enough to hurt.
Gaon's hands kneaded her ass and lower belly with firm strength. The rough massage on her cheeks. The womb-probing through her abdomen. Every bit felt blissful. Especially the womb work—pure ecstasy, like ovulating on the spot, sensing pregnancy imminent.
Come to think of it, her periods had stopped lately. Too early to tell, but maybe...
Squeeze—
"Mmph?!"
The ass-groping hand now gripped her nape from behind, yanking her head back for fiercer kisses. Savage, sticky passion her husband never gave—or could.
Each tongue-twirl blanked her mind white. Pleasure exploded chain-like through her body. Feels good feels good feels good feels good.
Hummmm...!!
Amy climaxed. Pinching her own nipples, kissed senseless in Gaon's arms. Dizzying heat flooded her; she lost her senses.
"Feels good, right Amy?"
"Y-yes, hee...♡"
"Better than your husband?"
Her flushed, dazed face nodded blankly.
Reward for her honesty: a harsh clit rub. "Haaah♡" sighed from her lips.
"Alright, time to put it in."
"Y-yes...♡"
Amy sank onto the living room sofa as directed, spreading her legs wide, parting her pussy lips herself. Then, begging as trained, urging his cock.
"Please fuck this married bitch pussy with your far bigger, superior cock, Gaon-sama... Flood me with your excellent seed... I beg you♡"
A twinge of guilt, but pure truth. His cock dwarfed her husband's, felt worlds better—and once tasted, she was hooked helpless.
Gaon smirked lazily. "Can't be helped, then." He brought his cock close, teasing her gaping entrance before sloooowly sliding in.