#2-9 Lewd Bitch Saintess (Sharon - Bitch Sex, Bath Service♥) (1)
"Has the Second Saintess still not been found?"
"Where the hell did she go?!"
"The gates are sealed tight, right? Only let in trustworthy merchants! She could have forged a church permit!"
The church was still in an uproar. All because of the Second Saintess's escape.
She had ignored orders from the First Saintess and the elders, slipped out of the church where she was supposed to be on standby, and now her location was completely unknown. Of course, if she revealed where she was, it wouldn't be an escape—but from the church's perspective, it was unnerving. And that anxiety would eventually spread to the masses.
Someone with bad intentions might exploit her absence.
"Of all times, with those ruin beasts swarming everywhere... They've even been spotted near the capital lately."
"We've lost two of the church's strongest fighters."
"Don't say that. Lady Eve aside, the Saintess has to be somewhere in the capital."
"What if something happened to her? That murderer guy's supposed to be pretty skilled."
"Hey, don't talk nonsense! No matter how strong that killer is— Huh? There's no way he could take down the Saintess!"
In the chapel, where Lemon the Third Saintess was praying, she could clearly hear the commotion inside the church. She could block it out by going into the prayer room, but she was deliberately praying here. Just her presence as a saintess reassured the many parishioners.
The First Saintess rarely showed herself, so that role fell to Lemon, the Third.
Of course, she had no complaints about it.
The chapel was empty except for her. It wasn't forbidden, but seeing the saintess praying, no one wanted to disturb her. There was no such rule, and Lemon didn't particularly mind, but she thought she'd move to the prayer room soon.
'Still, where did the Second Saintess go?'
She'd thought she'd be caught and dragged back quickly. The Second Saintess was far stronger than Lemon, with a strong sense of self and a spirited personality. No need to worry... she was that kind of person.
But still...
'...That dream again....'
The night before, Lemon had a somewhat frightening dream. Unlike her recent ones, it was vivid and terrifying. Sharon the Saintess—whom she was pursuing—had been overpowered by the murderer she was chasing.
She'd had a similar dream before. One about the ominous presence in the Bewitching Forest. She'd seen what looked like a pitch-black pillar of fire rising from the forest's heart.
Noa had been sent to investigate, but nothing turned up. It must have just been a dream....
"Still, it makes me uneasy."
Lemon murmured softly, clasping her hands and continuing her prayer. She had no combat prowess or miraculous powers. All she could do was pray to the goddess for everyone's safety.
Lemon prayed devoutly.
Two days had passed since Sharon the Saintess was kidnapped. During that time, she was confined to Mera Laundry, toyed with like a plaything.
Gaon made her suck his cock whenever he felt like it, finger herself, grope her pussy and ass. She served him like a slave—helping with meals and baths, even performing tricks on command for his amusement.
It was utterly humiliating and unbearable. To treat her, a devout follower of the noble goddess—and a saintess admired and expected by so many—like this. He couldn't escape divine punishment.
If heaven didn't strike him down, she'd become that punishment herself and smash an iron mace over his head. With these hands, she'd make him pay.
"Really? That sounds scary."
Kuh... Ngh... Nngh...!
"So how exactly are you gonna punish me? By grinding your pussy like this? Yeah, that's terrifying...."
Gaon grabbed Sharon's collar and yanked her close. Though her throat tightened with a groan, she didn't stop bouncing her hips on top of him.
She couldn't stop. A loathsome heat throbbed in her lower abdomen, her thighs weak and powerless. Her nipples were swollen hard with blood, and every thrust of his cock inside her made her core feel like it was melting into mush.
Sharon glared resentfully at her unfree body, but Gaon just chuckled, gazing at her fondly as if even that was adorable.
His expression fueled her rage, yet... something faint tickled deep in her chest. She didn't know what it was yet.
Spurt... Splurt...!
"Ngh...♡ Nngh...♡"
Once more, Sharon took his semen deep in her belly. She clearly felt the thick spurts flooding her insides.
It didn't end with receiving his load. Now familiar with the routine, she pulled his cock from her pussy herself and licked it clean. Massaging his balls with her hands, she rubbed her pretty face against his shaft like it was fawning over him.
She didn't want to... But after this training, she had no choice....
Once Sharon had cleaned his cock thoroughly, he tugged her collar and stood.
"Alright, time to wash up, Sharon?"
"My... name...."
"Want me to call you Saintess in that state? Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?"
Sharon glanced at her body. Naked, squatting with only a bright red dog collar. His white fluids stained her face, body, and between her legs everywhere.
To be called "Saintess" looking like this lewd slut? Just as he said, it'd be far more shameful.
Gaon led her by the collar out of the room to the bathroom. On all fours, crawling like a dog. She wasn't allowed to walk on two legs except with permission.
She was a pet now. There were two pets in this house: her and that woman Sion.
Sion was currently on the living room sofa, being teased by Heart.
-Ngh... Stop... Don't... Not my ass...!
-It's fine, push it out more. Relax your body.
Heart was stuffing something into Sion's asshole, pulling it out, training her hole.
Sharon couldn't tell exactly what, but knowing she'd soon be toyed with the same way made her head burn. Her ears rang with shame and arousal.
"Amy. Come join us."
"...Y-yes. I'll help...."
The bathroom held not just Gaon and Sharon, but also Amy, the laundry's original owner, who entered to assist with his washing.
Shhhhaaa— Scrub scrub...
In the bathroom, under the magic showerhead, the three pressed close together. Gaon sat on the shower chair, with Amy and Sharon clinging to his front and back, bodies rubbing his clean.
Soft bodies lathered in foam—two females with different breasts and curves serving him.
Through the warm water and bubbles, their hot, pleasant body heat made Gaon's lower half heavy again.
Sharon swallowed hard at his wondrous, alluring cock, no matter how many times she saw it.
After thoroughly soaping and scrubbing him like slaves, Gaon washed them in turn.
"Ah, ah, aaah...♡!!"
Sharon moaned in his arms as his large, rough hands roamed her body. His touch was magical—wherever it grazed felt like an erogenous zone. Just stroking her arms and sides sent shivers through her brain, her lower belly sinking heavily.
Touching sensitive spots was unbearable. He pinched and tugged her nipples, kneaded her ass, splashed hot water on her pussy and rubbed.
"Nnghh♡"
Twitch twitch twitch—
Just being washed, Sharon climaxed. She couldn't believe her body had cum three times from something so simple.
Next was Amy. Not as dirty as Sharon, but Gaon washed her diligently too. His hand rested on her lower belly.
Impossible as it seemed, he felt a pulse beneath.
"About a month now? Not bulging much yet."
"Yes. But soon—"
From their talk, Sharon realized what was in her belly. And that it might be her unavoidable future too. She rubbed her thighs together.
These two days, no contraception—from morning to night, his seed poured into her pussy and womb every time. And this life would continue awhile longer.
How long, she didn't know. But someday, her womb too—
"......Ngh."
Hand on her lower belly, Sharon let out a moan—resentment? Anticipation? A saintess getting pregnant? Unthinkable. She had to do something, but what...?
Sharon didn't know. She still couldn't attack him—Gaon.
