The Saintess's Lesson
Makarof let out a heavy, gloomy sigh.
If he were to carefully examine why his heart felt so troubled and restless, it all traced back to having secretly witnessed the intimate rendezvous between the Saintess he idolized and the Hero. It wasn’t as if he had spied on them with any impure intentions. The boy had simply wanted to ask the Saintess, who had returned after so long, what kind of person the Hero was. That was all it should have been.
But what Makarof had seen was Aria straddling the Hero’s waist.
To a boy who was still only in his early teens, it was an intensely stimulating sight. He shook his head vigorously, trying to erase the image floating in his mind.
Are the two of them in a special relationship?
A young man and woman together in the same room in the dead of night—and in such an obscenely compromising position. What that implied was clear. Though still young, Makarof was more precocious than most boys his age, so he understood everything there was to understand.
They do look good together.
The Hero and the Saintess. Objectively speaking, they made a well-matched pair. Yet for some reason, a corner of Makarof’s chest ached with a dull, stubborn pain. Something about it grated on him. The boy felt both puzzled and tormented by the strange symptoms his own emotions were producing.
Does Lady Aria like the Hero?
It was a foolish question. If she disliked him, she wouldn’t have called him to her room in the middle of the night. The fleeting glimpse he had caught of her expression through the door was nothing like the ascetic, restrained face of the Saintess she usually showed. Instead, it resembled the face of a noblewoman deeply in love—rich, languid, and seductive.
Just recalling that expression made Makarof’s face flush red. But soon his expression turned gloomy again. In the room he had spied on, Aria had been smiling as warmly as sunlight on a bright spring day. A smile directed not at him, but at the Hero. It was more than enough to fan the flames of jealousy that had taken root in the boy’s heart.
Makarof pressed a hand to his chest and let out another sigh. How he envied that man called the Hero.
I like Lady Saintess too, you know.
Makarof’s feelings toward Aria were not the romantic affection one might hold for a member of the opposite sex. If he had to define it, they were closer to admiration, fondness, and deep respect. Still, what hurt hurt. The fact that the person he liked had been taken from him remained unchanged.
Was this how the eldest child felt when pushed aside by a late-born youngest sibling who monopolized their parents’ attention?
Thud.
Lost in thought about Aria, Makarof failed to notice the person in front of him and collided hard.
“Ouch.”
The impact was strong enough to make his head ring. The boy grimaced, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“Ah, I’m sorry. Are you hurt?”
It was a familiar woman’s voice. Who could it be? Makarof looked up with a question in his eyes and answered.
“I’m fin……”
His words caught in his throat the moment he saw who he had bumped into.
“Lady Saintess?”
The very last person he wanted to meet right now. It was Aria.
“……Ah, Makarof, my devotee.”
Aria’s gaze settled on him. It felt as though she were scrutinizing his every move. His chest tightened painfully, as if he had committed some grave sin.
“S-sorry! I-I’ll be going now!”
Unable to endure her calm, piercing stare, Makarof’s legs began moving on their own. He brushed straight past her.
“W-wait, devotee?”
Even when she called out to him, the boy refused to turn around. He was afraid that if he looked back, he would unconsciously stop in his tracks. So he ignored the voice trying to call him back.
Aria seemed to be staring after him in bewilderment. He couldn’t be sure. After all, Makarof didn’t possess the ability to look behind him while sprinting forward. Still, he could feel eyes on his back. The thoughtful Saintess had surely noticed his strange behavior. That gaze felt unbearably humiliating to him.
In short, he was in the throes of puberty.
How long had he been running down the corridor? His breath had risen all the way to his throat. He gradually slowed to a stop and tried to steady his breathing. His chest rose and fell repeatedly.
“………I’m acting strange, aren’t I?”
What reason did he have to run away? After all, it wasn’t as if he had done anything shameful toward Aria. Makarof scratched at his hair in irritation.
“How can I face Lady Saintess now?”
Thinking about it, it really was an incredibly embarrassing thing to do. To bolt the moment he saw her face. It was practically an admission that he was painfully conscious of what he had seen in her room. Wouldn’t she think he was some creepy little brat?
If Aria thought that of him, it would be devastating.
“……Young Master Makarof.”
The voice calling his name made Makarof turn his head toward its source. There stood a man with short brown hair and a solid build—Illain. He was his father’s direct subordinate. When their eyes met, Illain bowed his head with proper formality.
“His Eminence the Cardinal is looking for you.”
“……His Eminence wants to see me?”
“Yes.”
“Then please lead the way.”
Illain nodded silently. Though the whole situation felt surreal to Makarof, he followed the man for now. His father was a man of deep thought and consideration; he wouldn’t have summoned him without good reason.
The boy and the man walked down the corridor. Illain’s steps led them toward the basement of the cathedral.
He’s not in his office?
It was strange. His father, who was always buried in work, had some reason to be in the cathedral basement?
After walking for some time, Makarof noticed that they had passed at least several dozen Holy Knights. To see such a large gathering of the “Holy Knights,” who were considered the core fighting force of the Order—wasn’t that excessive? Even a child like him could tell it was far too much power for normal circumstances.
At this point, suspicion crept in whether he wanted it to or not. Had they sealed some dangerous monster down in the cathedral basement?
Makarof narrowed his eyes and pressed Illain.
“……Mister Illain, has the basement always been this heavily guarded?”
Illain’s businesslike reply came back.
“It is necessary for the current matter.”
Makarof couldn’t fathom what kind of grand affair would require this level of security.
Well, I’ll find out once I meet Father.
The boy decided not to overthink it. Following Illain’s guidance, he eventually arrived at the entrance to a dark chamber. The winding path had taken quite a long time.
“You may enter when His Eminence calls for you.”
“……I see.”
He looked at the tightly closed door. It was a gloomy, eerie door. Makarof rubbed at the goosebumps that had risen on his arms. Was his father really in there? It felt suspicious and unsettling.
After waiting for a while, just as Illain had said, his father’s booming voice rang out from inside.
“Enter.”
When Makarof grasped the door handle, he felt the cold touch of metal against his palm. He turned it, and with a heavy clack, something clicked into place. The door opened, revealing the interior.
It was a pitch-dark room. Was this what people commonly called a dark chamber?
“Ah, Father. It’s far too dark in here.”
“You’ll adjust soon enough.”
Just as Mavlof had said, after a few minutes, the surrounding objects began to come into focus for Makarof’s eyes. But the scene that unfolded before him left the boy utterly bewildered.
His father, along with several bishops—and Saintess Aria—were all present. Makarof couldn’t help but feel confused. Were they having some kind of after-party in a place like this?
“……Did I come to the wrong place?”
“No, you’ve come to the right one. Then, Bishop Ronin, you may begin.”
“Very well. Devotee Makarof, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
Ronin greeted him warmly. Makarof nodded in a daze.
“Y-yes, likewise.”
“The reason we called you here today, Devotee Makarof, is to provide you with a small lesson.”
It was a puzzling statement. A lesson? Wasn’t he already diligently studying theology?
“………What kind of lesson?”
“For now, let’s just say it concerns the female body.”
The female body? Why on earth would he need to learn abou—
Aria, who had been listening to the conversation from the side, went deathly pale.
“W-what are you planning to do in front of Devotee Makarof?! L-let go of me!”
Ronin had the people around him firmly restrain Aria’s arms and legs. Even though she twisted and struggled while standing, it was meaningless.
Meanwhile, Makarof’s mind couldn’t keep up with the rapidly changing situation. Question marks kept popping up and vanishing in his head.
“Why are you treating Lady Saintess so cruelly?”
Bishop Ronin shrugged.
“I’m not treating her cruelly. Saintess Aria will be serving as the teaching aid necessary for Devotee Makarof’s education.”
“……Teaching aid?”
“Oh dear, it seems you weren’t listening carefully. Do you remember what I said just now?”
“You said you would be giving me a lesson.”
“And what exactly was the subject of that lesson?”
Makarof retraced Ronin’s words and opened his mouth.
“It was… about the female body……”
“Do you understand now, roughly?”
Was Bishop Ronin’s question directed at Aria? Or at Makarof? Only he knew the answer.
The nightmare that had been deeply buried because of Ashtain began to slowly rise again.
Squelch. Squelch.
Obscene wet sounds filled the air. But it wasn’t just the sound of water. Periodically, sorrowful, suppressed moans could be heard.
“Hngh, haah, hah, ugh.”
Ronin’s index and middle fingers thrust relentlessly into Aria’s pussy. As if he knew every one of her sensitive spots by heart, even the slightest nudge made her react violently. His skillful fingers sharply stimulated her fully aroused sexual senses.
Aria felt the nightmare she had tried so hard to bury because of Ashtain slowly creeping back up. She hated herself for becoming forcibly aroused even though she didn’t want to feel anything. She loathed this filthy body that had been conditioned to crave pleasure no matter how painful the situation.
“Ugh, ah. Nngh. No, nooo. N-no!”
Having her most secret place caressed in front of the boy who had once looked up to her—Aria’s face was a wretched sight. It looked like she was crying, yet also like she had given up completely. Her once bright eyes had grown terribly cloudy.
Ronin smiled inwardly, thinking it was a positive development. When he lightly scraped the back of her clitoris with his index finger, he felt her waist twitch. It was a bodily reaction caused by stimulation that was simply too intense.
“S-stooop, ah.”
Bound hand and foot, forced to show the boy who had once admired her the sight of her most private parts being toyed with—how deeply rotten must her heart feel right now? Her emotions were plain to see in her eyes. They were filled with nothing but despair and grief. It seemed that with just a little more prodding, she would completely break.
It was the exact situation he had longed for. Ronin didn’t know how to describe this moment. The word “good” wasn’t enough. The word “happy” felt too pale.
Aria. Your despair makes me feel so alive. It reminds me that I exist in this world.
“Hnguuuh.”
Aria’s body curled inward as if she were about to climax. Ronin signaled the men restraining her limbs so that she couldn’t curl up.
“Hii, hiiik, I don’t want to cuuum!”
Being violated by countless men was certainly an excellent way to erode her self-respect, but there was nothing that insulted a person’s dignity more than exposing their shame in front of someone who acknowledged and admired them.
Ronin felt laughter bubbling up from pure delight, so he clenched his teeth to hold it back. Then, in a deliberately stern tone, he scolded her.
“Saintess, if you keep barking like such a lewd bitch, won’t it interfere with Devotee Makarof’s education? Please try to be a little quieter.”
Contrary to his words, Ronin increased the speed of his thrusting fingers. It was rough, yet it precisely pierced her sexual senses.
“Ahiiik!”
Aria let out a huge moan with a face that looked like she was about to cry. Even after making her climax once, Ronin had no intention of stopping his caresses. With no time to rest, she quickly reached another peak.
“Ugh, stop, p-please stooop. Hic, ugh.”
After all, Aria’s sensitivity had been heightened over the past year of relentless training, and no one understood her body better than Bishop Ronin. Bringing her to climax was an incredibly easy task for him.
“Didn’t I tell you I was giving a lesson?”
“Hiiik, ngh, ugh.”
Even as she gasped with ragged, broken breaths, Ronin looked at Makarof with a perfectly calm face.
“Devotee Makarof.”
“……”
“Hmm, is the Saintess distracting you from concentrating?”
Ronin moved his fingers as if scraping out her sensitive insides.
“Haaah, haah, a-ah, ahng.”
This climax lasted quite a long time. Perhaps that was why—
Splatter.
Aria lost control of her bladder from the cruel orgasm. A stream of yellow liquid flowed from her urethra, running down her thighs and soaking the white panties hanging between them.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
Aria let out fragmented moans in a broken voice. As if her consciousness had been severed, her reactions grew dull.
“How sloppy. Well, now that the Saintess has quieted down, I shall resume the explanation.”
Ronin deliberately spread open Aria’s flushed red labia majora.
“This is the female reproductive organ. This small protrusion is the clitoris. When touched, as you can see……”
“Ahk.”
Aria let out a moan like a machine that had been programmed with commands.
“You can observe a woman’s sensitive reaction. Below that is the urethral opening, from which the Saintess just released urine, and further down is the vaginal entrance. Generally, a woman’s sexual sensitivity is concentrated in the clitoris and inside the vagina.”
No one asked questions or answered during the continuing explanation. Only Bishop Ronin continued speaking with evident enjoyment.
“When a woman receives sexual stimulation, whether by fingers or tools, she secretes love juices from her vagina. The reason love juices are secreted is to make it easier for a man to enter her.”
The fingers that had been violating Aria’s pussy were pulled out. Between Ronin’s index and middle fingers, a viscous, honey-like reddish liquid stretched out in long strands.
“This is the Saintess’s love juice.”
Makarof’s head was spinning. What on earth was this situation? Why was he being forced to watch something like this? And why was his father simply standing by and watching? When the Saintess was suffering so terribly?
“Devotee Makarof, are you listening?”
Makarof could no longer endure it. Bishop Ronin—he was out of his mind.
“Why, why are you doing this to Lady Saintess?! And Father, why are you just watching this nonsensical atrocity?!”
Ronin stroked his chin, pretending to ponder.
“Didn’t I say earlier that this was for Devotee Makarof’s education?”
“Where in the world is there an education like this?!”
“Well, His Eminence the Cardinal would probably know.”
“Father!”
Makarof’s gaze turned toward Mavlof. Burning with bright yellow hostility. But of course, no adult would be intimidated by the eyes of a mere fledgling. Mavlof simply smiled kindly. To Makarof, that smile looked utterly detestable.
“Makarof, I remember the words you repeated to me so often. That you wanted to become a devout believer like the Saintess?”
“……”
Mavlof’s cheeks quivered as he laughed.
“So, what do you think now that you’ve seen the true nature of that devout woman?”
His words were laced with mockery. They carried a blade so sharp it chilled to the bone.
“Father.”
“She’s nothing but a filthy whore. From the very day she became the Saintess, she has been a woman who takes men inside her. Isn’t it paradoxical that the being who should be the most chaste and noble is this lewd? Well, we certainly played a large part in making her that way.”
“Why… are you doing this?”
Mavlof spoke with the confidence of someone reciting absolute truth.
“Makarof, faith is such a fleeting thing. People simply blindly follow the illusions someone else created. Look at that bitch. Where in her figure, writhing in pleasure, is there any trace of devout faith? When you peel back a single layer like this, everything turns out to be utterly trivial. True faith begins with ‘doubt.’ In that sense, I wanted to give you true faith.”
Makarof looked at Aria with trembling eyes. Her eyes reflected no hope whatsoever. Even the eyes of a dead fish would be brighter than hers. To reduce a single woman to such a state and call it true faith? A chill ran down Makarof’s spine.
“What disgusting sophistry.”
“Makarof. My son, my own flesh and blood—I believe you will understand. Not now, perhaps, but later. In the future. Someday, you will come to know.”
Makarof could not accept his father’s words. His father, who had always been so kind. His father, who had always been so thoughtful. The figure before him now was nothing but a monster.
“Do not think I will ever be the same as you, Father.”
Suddenly, Mavlof began to chuckle.
“Makarof, do you really think you’re any different? Does looking at this lewd whore not stir any lust in you?”
Mavlof strode forward and roughly tore off Aria’s sacred vestments. In an instant, Aria was completely naked, yet she showed no sign of resistance. Makarof bit his lip.
“……What do you plan to do to Lady Saintess?”
“I intend to personally shatter the illusions you hold toward this whore. She’s a bitch who loses all reason the moment a cock is shoved inside her.”
“……Stop it.”
“Come now, let us admire together how this bitch howls.”
Mavlof grabbed Aria’s waist. Then he rubbed his massively swollen cock against her wet pussy. And then—
The door to the dark chamber was smashed to pieces.