#2-9 Lewd Bitch Saintess (Sharon - Naked Meal Saintess) (2)
"That's too much... too much from you... Why are you doing this? Laying hands on an innocent married woman, doing this to a saintess... Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
Sharon said that while finishing her shower and having her meal.
Everyone except Gaon and Sharon had already finished eating first, so it was just the two of them here.
Since he hadn't assigned anyone to serve the meal, Sharon could eat freely with her own knife and fork.
But her expression didn't soften. There was no way she'd be happy with this much freedom.
"I trusted you... I was starting to believe you were a pure supporter cheering me on... To disappoint a saintess like this—you'll get divine punishment."
"You mentioned divine punishment earlier too. Not surprising, but you're as naive as I thought, Saintess Sharon."
"What's that supposed to...!"
Gaon sliced into his steak and flashed a slight grin.
Through the night patrols with Saintess Sharon and confining her here at Mera Laundry, he'd gotten to know her pretty well.
In his view, Saintess Sharon was even more innocent than he'd imagined. Probably because she'd grown up sheltered in the church.
She seemed wary of people, and she wasn't stupid, but once you entered her personal space a little, she trusted you right away.
High trust made hypnosis easy too. When they first met, alerts like [Roll the dice] kept popping up during hypnosis attempts, but soon enough, no more alerts appeared, and he could control and manipulate her freely.
Honestly, Sharon still couldn't quite believe it.
During their night patrols together, she hadn't noticed a thing.
Not only that, but Gaon had seemed so kind and upright in his expressions and speech.
So it was inevitable that Sharon would unconsciously trust him and let her guard down.
He seemed like such a good person.
To think that behind such a kind face, he was hiding something this dark.
The teachings of the goddess faith said to love thy neighbor, but Sharon doubted she'd ever trust humans again.
Seeing Sharon's fearful expression, Gaon gave her a sticky smile.
It was completely different from the warm, benevolent smile he'd shown during patrols.
"More importantly, you asked 'why.' Why I'm doing this. Obviously because you're pretty and alluring, Saintess Sharon. Any guy with a dick would want to fuck you at least once. No, not just once—hundreds of times."
"......."
"And there's one more reason for me, but relax—it's not because I'm a heretic. I'm not planning to sacrifice you or anything."
Sharon couldn't believe it. Doing all this, manipulating a saintess with suspicious powers, yet claiming not to be a heretic.
"My goal is Eve. —The most noble knight, Eve."
For that, he needed Sharon.
With those words, Gaon popped another piece of steak into his mouth.
That was the last one. He moved his now-empty plate to the sink and started washing it himself.
"Anyway, eat up. You don't expect me to feed you by hand, do you?"
"As if."
"Eat a hearty meal, recover your strength, yeah? Then we'll have more sex. Oh, and you'll help me out with a bunch of other stuff on the side."
"Me... help you...!"
Gaon didn't bother replying to Sharon's frustrated mutter.
Instead, he turned his head and gave her a small, mocking smile.
It was a sneer full of condescension.
Even after finishing the dishes, Gaon didn't leave. He stayed by Sharon's side, groping her breasts roughly until she finished her meal.
To minimize the kneading, Sharon hurriedly wolfed down the food she'd been given.
Sharon knew Gaon had done something to her.
From the first day she was confined to Mera Laundry, she hadn't been able to defy him, forced to obey his commands and even surrender her virginity.
But even so, she wasn't fully conquered by him yet.
Every day, strange feelings bubble up.
Something like affection toward that man... and it's growing stronger.
When he touched her, her chest warmed from within. Hearing his voice made her lower belly heat up.
It was sex forced on her by his orders, but she started wanting more, craving his seed.
Once she received it, she even felt like cherishing it deep in her womb.
But that couldn't be normal.
These weren't feelings you should have for your rapist, Sharon thought.
He was probably using some kind of witchcraft on her every day.
Like controlling her body, he was dyeing her mind, slipping an invisible leash around her neck.
And it wasn't complete yet. It was clearly still in progress.
If her heart fully fell to him too, Sharon would be done for.
She could instinctively sense that.
On the flip side, if she denied these feelings and resisted... there might still be a way.
She could pretend to fawn over him while seeking help from the outside.
She hated the idea of anyone seeing her like this, but it was far better than spending her life as this man's plaything.
I can't give up... There has to be some way....
Sharon thought anxiously.
....
Though she'd been confined to Mera Laundry and turned into Gaon's plaything, Sharon didn't live under 24/7 control.
She had some free time and ample sleep.
At least she didn't have to follow that "proper lifestyle" of sleeping at dawn and waking early for church duties.
Of course, she didn't sleep in lazily either. Long church habits meant she woke at a set time anyway.
In the morning, seeing Gaon's sleeping face beside her, she'd even tried to kill him.
But it failed, naturally.
For one, there were eyes like Heart watching. But more than that, any action to harm Gaon was outright impossible for her.
Hypnosis, he said.
Some kind of mental manipulation.
The other women living here had probably fallen to it too, ending up like that.
Unable to defy Gaon, their dignity as women trampled, used solely for his needs and desires... like that.
She couldn't hurt Gaon, but moving around the house was fine.
Mera Laundry's living space spanned the 2nd and 3rd floors—plenty of room, lots of doors.
Maybe she could find something useful. Slip out while everyone slept?
But at the stairs to the 1st floor, Sharon couldn't go any further.
Her legs froze like they'd turned to stone.
Unless she was heading to the 1st floor, though, they moved fine.
Her permitted area was only the residential space from the 2nd floor up.
Escaping through a window was impossible too. She couldn't even pull back the blackout curtains to call for help outside.
All acts of escape or seeking aid were forbidden....
"Thinking of running?"
Sharon turned. There stood Heart, the pink-haired, pink-eyed woman, wearing a decadent, sensual smile that contrasted her fresh looks.
"Impossible. That part's already been Persuasion-sealed. If it were just simple hypnosis, maybe, but you've agreed to 'not leave without permission' yourself. No way around it."
"...That was forced."
"Forced or not, agreement is agreement. Once you consent, it's binding. That's how Master Gaon's Persuasion works."
Sharon didn't know the details, but she sensed this man Gaon had more than just hypnosis up his sleeve.
"You... I've seen you a few times. With Knight Eve. You're... an investigator, right?"
"Investigator, fixer, detective—sometimes adventurer too. You knew about me, Saintess."
"Help me. Get me out of here, and I'll reward you handsomely."
Heart looked tempted for a split second. But she shook her head.
Now, looking at Sharon, her eyes held resignation... and a faint joy.
"Sorry, can't. I'm already Master Gaon's... and I've even declared my submission as his slave...."
With that, Heart placed a hand on her chest and let out a long sigh. Her hand slid down to her lower abdomen, caressing the invisible pattern there.
What emotions and thoughts were in that sigh and gesture?
But to Sharon, it didn't look like misery or sadness—negative feelings.
She didn't seem to view her situation pessimistically or as unfortunate...
Her life as that man's sex slave... she even seemed happy about it....
"Anyway, I've relied on the church a few times, so here's some advice for you, Sharon—don't make a 'submission declaration.'"
"Master Gaon wants you to declare yourself his slave. Once you do... it's over. No matter how he gropes your head or tortures you... just avoid that declaration."
With that advice, Heart withdrew. Still sleepy, off to finish her rest.
Sharon tried a few more times to head downstairs or outside after that... but failed every time and had to give up.
Still, she etched Heart's advice deep.
Submission declaration...
If I avoid that, maybe a chance will come....