#2-11 The Noble Saintess and the Night with the Succubi (Lemon - Nipple Masturbation♥) (1)
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The killer ghost had appeared again.
Even though we'd increased the guards and patrols.
The good news was that there were no victims this time.
The bad news was that the ghost had attempted to infiltrate the church.
The intruder was caught by the barrier's alarm right as they tried to sneak in.
However, the knights and soldiers who rushed over after the alarm failed to capture them.
The intruder was an incredible expert, turning the tables on the knights who charged at them, subduing them instead, and slipping away before more people arrived.
Since no one else of that caliber had shown up, the church pegged them as the same killer ghost.
The testimonies from soldiers who'd encountered the ghost before matched, as did the outfit and weapons.
The killer ghost's goal was unknown. Why they tried to sneak into the church was a mystery.
But the mere fact of the attempt—and our ignorance of their purpose—had cast a heavy pall over the church.
The church grounds housed the priests' quarters. With so many staying overnight, fear of the ghost was inevitable.
And there was no rule saying the ghost only came at night, so people eyed strangers warily even during the day, trembling at shadows.
Orders had gone out: no one wandered the church alone—always in groups of two or three.
The elders weren't even showing up, holing up at home for the time being. If they had to visit, they moved under heavy knight escorts.
Everyone was scared.
Amid whispers criticizing the absent Second Saintess, the Third Saintess Lemon simply worried and devoted herself to prayer.
That was all she could do.
"Shouldn't you head back soon, Saintess?"
"...Ah."
Knock knock. After rapping on the chapel door, someone entered.
Lemon, praying alone in the quiet, turned toward the welcome footsteps with a smile.
Under the dim magic stone lamp, her familiar little sister—Noa the holy knight—appeared.
The faint fear she'd harbored vanished at the sight of her reliable sibling.
"Noa!"
"Sister, do you really have to come out here and pray at a time like this? Can't you do it in your room?"
"Hee hee, if the chapel's too dangerous, isn't the room just as risky? ...Besides, prayers feel more effective here than in my room. I feel the Goddess closer, somehow."
Of course, the Goddess is everywhere, Lemon added with a laugh.
While everyone cowered in their rooms or quarters, doing the bare minimum, this saintess had boldly come to the chapel alone at night.
She handled daytime activities, sermons, masses, and consultations just as usual.
With the old elders barricaded at home in terror, it was downright audacious.
She wasn't a fighter like the Second Saintess.
Was it courage from the Goddess? Or was she just fearless?
"More importantly, why are you here at this hour?"
"I've volunteered to guard you for a while. I'll be with you from morning till night."
"Oh my... even at night?"
"Yeah. I'll even sleep in your room—is that okay?"
"Oh my oh my, really? Then shall we share a bed? It's been ages?"
"......I'll think about it."
"Why~?"
"You hug people really tight in your sleep..."
Finishing her prayers, the Third Saintess stepped into the corridor with Noa.
Normally, only minimal magic stone lamps stayed lit at this hour for thrift, but now the lighting was brighter than usual.
A few knights patrolled the church interior sporadically. ...Fatigue showed on their faces from the recent surge in duties, including night watches.
"Having guards inside the church... feels weird. Especially since it's you, Noa. How did they know we're close and assign you?"
As if. No orders for saintess protection had come down at all.
The ones who should've issued them only cared about their own skins, neglecting everything else while hunkering down.
"I went and said I'd do it. I figured you'd be without a guard in this mess, since you're a saintess."
"Oh my... to whom?"
"The First Saintess."
"......Noa, you're fearless."
"That's you, sis. If I were that fearless, I'd have gone to the Pope."
Without the First Saintess, Noa would've gone straight to the Pope.
The Pope apparently didn't think to assign guards either, too oblivious to his own safety.
In contrast, the First Saintess had already lined up about ten knights before anyone even mentioned the incidents.
Who outranked whom was a headache.
Anyway, she gladly approved Noa's request.
She even offered to pull more people if needed, but Noa refused.
"Good call. Everyone's already swamped—can't add more work guarding someone like me."
"Knew you'd say that..."
Noa sighed.
This woman—did Lemon even realize she was important?
She bore her saintess duties better than anyone, yet treated her own safety like an afterthought...
Is that why she became a saintess?
But the First and Second Saintesses...
Noa shook off the irreverent thought.
One guard—herself—was plenty.
Back from her dispatch to the Bewitching Forest, Noa's skill now matched an upper holy knight.
Her growth was still accelerating; she might claim a higher title soon.
"So reassuring."
Lemon beamed, truly grateful for Noa at her side, as they walked the corridor.
Soon, they reached Lemon's room and entered.
"Finally here?"
"Jeez, praying every single day without fail—you're too diligent. Are all saintesses like that?"
"Ehehe, reeks of holiness... Corrupting you now is extra delicious...♡"
Voices greeted Lemon the moment they stepped in.
The room had seemed empty at first, but one by one, figures materialized as if rising from the ether.
Succubi. Three out of five.
Clunk. Noa, following Lemon in, shut and locked the door.
Keeping outsiders out.
And ensuring Lemon couldn't escape...
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It was a familiar sight now.
Lemon couldn't recall exactly when it became familiar.
Just that at some point, it stopped feeling strange or worth worrying over...
"Strip for us, Saintess. Show it to us."
"Yes..."
The succubi's eyes gleamed red.
At their command, Lemon responded blankly like a doll, hands moving to her clothes.
Among saintesses, her outfit was especially plain and modest. She peeled it off from the top.
Her snowy shoulders, collarbone, and the ample breasts below came into view.
No bra. Instead, heart-shaped stickers adorned her nipple peaks.
Obscenely slutty patches, unfit for a saintess.
Below, she wore panties—far skimpier and lewder than her usual ones.
Standing near-nude, a succubus approached and teasingly scratched and tickled her nipple through the patch.
"Good. Now let's check below."
"Yes. I'll remove it then..."
Lemon obeyed without hesitation.
Slowly peeling the patch from her breast tip.
Sticky threads stretched out in layers, dragging her pink nipple along.
The nipple and areola, slathered in the succubus's aphrodisiac from the patch's inside.
Once inverted and hidden, it now stood rigidly erect, shamefully exposed.
The cool air hit her engorged nipple, sending an indescribable shiver through Lemon.
A succubus's hand toyed with it, fiddling shamelessly.
"Hee hee, no more hiding now."
"Y-yes...♡ Thanks to you all... my shameful nipples... can stand so proudly now... They're getting better... Nngh...♡"
Not just fixed—it was hypersensitive now, beyond its original state.
Lemon moaned as the succubi's sticky fingers tormented the nub.
Next, her own hands joined in, kneading from the root still half-buried, tugging and pinching painfully.
Areola and sensitive tip twisted, yanked—zzzt! Electricity shot through her head and body.
Ahn... Nn... Hnng...
The noble saintess, before the succubi, masturbated her nipples and let out lewd moans...