#2-9 Lewd Bitch Saintess (Sharon - Naked Night Walk, Outdoor Urination♥) (3)
Though it couldn't be called perfectly helpful, Heart's advice was enough to instill a certain wariness in her.
『Slave Surrender Declaration』—that's what Gaon wants from me.
And for some reason, the moment I declare it to him directly, it seems like there really will be no turning back.
Just like how no matter how hard I try, I can't go down to the first floor.
It's different from just being under hypnosis and manipulated by him at will like before.
She figured it was some kind of [skill]. The type that exerts absolute power once its conditions are met... There were plenty of such skills in the world.
The moment she declared her surrender to him, as Heart said... she would truly become Gaon's slave, his flesh slave, doomed to live that way for the rest of her life.
She, a devotee of the goddess and a saintess, reduced to that. Just imagining it made her womb tremble... No, no, her body tremble.
'There's no way I'd make that declaration.'
I'd never do something so stupid and idiotic.
But... she couldn't be entirely certain.
The way she'd ended up promising not to leave the house in the first place had been bizarre enough.
'If it were impossible by my own will, Heart wouldn't have said that.'
'For now, I just need to steel my own mind... Refuse to give up and endure as best I can.'
Sharon steeled her resolve once more.
* * *
Half a day passed again, and night fell.
In that time, there was no demand for the dreaded "slave surrender declaration."
Maybe he knew she wouldn't comply even if he asked now. Or perhaps there were restrictions on activating the [skill].
Either way, the night deepened without incident. Deepened... and deepened further...
"W-Wait a second...! Why are we doing this... You pervert...!"
And as the night grew very late, Sharon found herself outside.
Of course, she hadn't come out alone. She was with Gaon and the rest of the Mera Laundry crew.
"Why? Weren't you worried about the streets at night? Said we couldn't catch that murderer without you."
He was right—she had lamented that to him several times. That leaving the killer unchecked could put him in danger too.
Gaon had decided to grant her wish, and they'd come out together.
But her collar was still on, and she was naked with only a single cloth draped over her. A slightly brisk step or a gust of wind would expose everything underneath.
Sion, who had come along, was in the same state. Heart held Sion's leash.
Amy Mera was watching the house. Her pregnant body made it hard for her to move.
To walk these night streets in such a state. If anyone saw the saintess like this, what would happen? What would they think?
Just that thought made Sharon's heart pound wildly. Her throat went dry with tension, her ears ringing.
Until now, she'd hoped someone would see her. But now, she prayed no one would.
Even if it meant rescue, she didn't want to be seen in this humiliating state...
"...!?"
In the distance, she spotted holy knights on patrol.
Sharon hesitated for a moment. What should she do?
They'd soon approach and speak to them. Should she pretend to be calm and natural to avoid detection? Or beg for help anyway? Plead to be saved somehow?
Or maybe, seeing the saintess toyed with like this, they'd realize she needed aid and spread the word?
Weighing the momentary shame against the future if she stayed like this, the saintess agonized.
In the meantime, the patrolling knights passed right by without a care.
They ignored the suspicious group wandering the late-night streets.
It wasn't mere negligence. It seemed they couldn't even see Gaon—or Sharon clinging close behind him.
Gaon waved deliberately in front of a passing knight and even bumped into them. The knight looked mildly puzzled but never noticed them.
Sharon tried to call out, but instead of a cry for help, only a deflating wheeze escaped.
Gaon grabbed her cheeks and mouth with one hand, squeezing.
"Don't do that, Saintess. I forbade pointless actions just in case... but if they notice, I'd have to deal with them."
"...W-What... do you... mean..."
Gaon didn't answer her question.
But he spoke as if handling two holy knights would be no issue.
She doubted he had that kind of power himself. So maybe Heart's abilities? As a hero unit, it was possible.
Or perhaps...
'No way...'
Considering the next possibility, Sharon felt the blood drain from her face.
He controlled her body at will. Dominated it.
If he used that power to command her? To make her deal with those knights herself?
Could she even refuse such an order?
If so... seeking help would be pointless. It might even cost those men's lives.
With these hands. The saintess's hands, killing fellow devotees of the goddess...
"Let's keep going, Saintess Sharon. No more useless thoughts."
Gaon slipped his hand under the cloth covering her body, kneading her ass as he whispered.
Sharon closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and moved forward as he wished.
. . .
Soon after, even the covering cloth was taken away.
And just like inside the house, she was made to crawl on all fours.
She crawled across the soft dirt on her knees and hands.
Right beside her, the green-haired Sion crawled in the same humiliating pose.
Gaon and Heart followed, holding their leashes.
Sharon couldn't stop fretting over her ass exposed to their eyes.
Even in this bizarre situation, her pussy reacted on its own, growing slick. The wet folds brushing cold night air sent shivers through her now and then...
"Sharon, Sharon. Your ass is so damn cute. The more I look, the more I wanna bite it. I always think it, but the saintess's ass is just this adorable."
"......"
"But you got your wish to come out at night, right? If you wanna find that killer, stop dropping your gaze and look around properly."
Sharon's ass twitched upward, but she said nothing and kept crawling forward silently.
Footsteps echoed from across the street—another patrol in the night alley, no doubt.
"......."
Of course, Sharon held no expectations this time either.
And as expected, the patrol emerging from the alley passed without noticing her group.
The narrow alley forced her to press tight against the wall to avoid brushing them.
...Or should she have touched them deliberately to signal something was wrong?
Not that it seemed allowed anyway.
Just like her voice earlier, some inexplicable force would block it.
Sharon hung her head in resignation.
"There sure are a lot of patrols out tonight. More than in our time. With all these sturdy guardians around, shouldn't you feel safe, Saintess Sharon?"
Gaon remarked.
This was the third patrol they'd encountered since the first holy knights.
Even sticking to deserted alleys, they kept running into them.
Instead of locking her in the church, night patrols and funding had been ramped up.
It seemed the numbers had swelled far beyond her era.
There were probably no blind spots on these streets now.
Even so, Sharon couldn't relax.
Look—they weren't noticing her group at all.
Whatever trick he was using, it felt like some illusion fooling their eyes.
Even if Gaon wasn't the killer... if the killer had means like this, and patrols missed it...
All these people would just be wasted manpower.
As Sharon crawled on in futile frustration, her leash suddenly tugged.
The unexpected pull made her choke out, "Guhk."
"Let's take a break."
"Wh... uhk... Why..."
"Nah, we've walked pretty far. Time for a rest."
No need for that. No need, so hurry up and finish—let's go back. She shot him a glare conveying that.
Gaon just grinned lazily at her look.
"And you're probably bursting to pee by now, right? Time to do your business."
"...What..."
She realized what he meant a beat too late.
She wasn't desperate. No way she was.
Sharon shook her head vehemently in denial.
But for some reason, with his words, a real signal hit her bladder.
Maybe from the cold air chilling her body—it suddenly felt harder to hold.
"Right here should do. Patrol just passed, so no one's coming. ...Even if someone does, my illusion will hide you. Relax."
"S-Stop... No...!"
"Come on, Saintess Sharon."
Gaon urged and commanded her.
Sharon resisted only briefly.
In the end, per his order, she squatted in front of the nearby wall, legs spread wide.
No, no—despite her desperate efforts to hold it, her body betrayed her, opening the floodgates on its own.
Shiiiiiieeeek—
Sharon's yellow piss sprayed toward the wall's corner.
All the while, she shook her head wildly, muttering, "No, no...!" But it was meaningless.
The forceful stream darkened the wall, trickled down to form a puddle, and spread across the ground.
Sharon's urine jetted out for a good long while before finally stopping.
Yet she stayed squatting with legs spread for some time, unable to move.
Beyond the shock of pissing outdoors, the bizarre pleasure she'd felt during it scorched and battered her body.
"Nngh, oh, oh...♡ Oogh...♡♡"
For a long moment, Sharon trembled in place in that piss pose, lost in the afterglow of pleasure.
Only after flailing in the unidentified ecstasy for a while did Gaon finally tug her leash, snapping her back to sanity.
And they resumed their stroll.
Sharon crawled muddily, feet and knees soiled with her own piss, her dazed mind still hazy with lingering pleasure...