Even in This Moment, I Think Only of You (3)
The man and woman remained tangled together for a long while, exploring each other. Ashtain, his breathing steady, swept back the sweat-dampened strands of hair from his forehead.
"Shall we bathe?"
At those words, Aria's thoroughly relaxed expression sank into gloom.
"Heuu, huu… Do I smell bad to you?"
Aria's entire body was coated in Ashtain's semen. Whether she liked it or not, a scent was inevitable. The hero chose to soften the truth rather than confess it outright and earn her displeasure.
"It's not that. I just thought it would be good to clean up once."
But Aria was not one to miss such implications. She had endured enough sidelong glances over the past year to be full of them. She glanced down at her own body. Her saintess robes, her bare skin—everything was smeared white and sticky with semen. She lifted her forearm to her nose and sniffed. There was indeed a faint, musty odor. The cult provided spare robes, so it didn't matter much if they got soiled, but continuing their lovemaking like this felt… improper.
"I suppose you're right."
"It'll feel fresh and nice."
"You say that, but you're planning to do all sorts of things in the bathroom again, aren't you?"
Ashtain gave a sheepish laugh. "Should we not?"
Aria clung to him and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. "……I want to."
"You're being awfully forward."
"Do you dislike it when I'm forward?"
When she asked shyly, Ashtain lightly nipped at the nape of her neck. A soft, herbivore-like whimper escaped her.
"I like it too much."
"Hah, don't… don't bite."
"It doesn't hurt."
"It feels strange. And it leaves marks."
"I'm marking what's mine."
Sugar-sweet words. Words that were bad for the heart. And because of that, they were all the more tender, all the more desired.
"………Huuu."
Watching Aria tremble, Ashtain asked teasingly, "Did you feel that?"
She buried her face against his broad chest and rubbed her cheek against him. "……Very much."
"Cute."
"I'm not cute."
"Even when you pout, you're cute."
Aria's face turned bright red at the repeated compliments. She flailed her arms and lightly pounded her fists against his chest.
"Who would like such obvious, shameless praise?"
"I think Aria would."
It was clearly meant to tease. Aria pursed her lips into a pout. "……Sorry for being such an easy woman!"
"Don't talk about yourself like that."
The two rose from the bed. Aria's legs wobbled, unsteady. How could someone who couldn't even stand properly look so adorable? Ashtain smiled broadly.
"Here. Take my hand, my lady."
My lady. The words made Aria shrink her shoulders, her fingers fidgeting. "……Why is it always me who gets embarrassed when you're the one saying it? It's unfair."
"I'm embarrassed too."
"Liar. How can you lie without even wetting your lips…"
Aria stopped mid-sentence when she looked at his face. It was flushed red like autumn leaves. A strange sound burst from her mouth.
"Ahak?"
It was a bizarre exclamation, half hiccup, half gasp of admiration. Ashtain scratched his cheek and glanced sideways.
"Is it strange that I'm embarrassed?"
"N-no! I-it's not strange! I just… um, how do I put this…"
Aria was far more flustered than Ashtain. The situation was ironic, yet she couldn't contain her inner joy. She had made him embarrassed! Her!
"It's unfamiliar, but… it has its own special charm, I suppose!"
"What does that mean? Am I food now?"
"Huuu, that's not what I meant!"
She had thought his calling her cute was just empty flattery. What was cute about her, after all? She was dull and gloomy. But when she saw his face redden, the emotion she felt was crystal clear.
Cute.
Was this how Ashtain felt every time she blushed? In a barely audible voice, she said, "……You're cute, Ain."
Ashtain grinned. Her words were absurd. Who was calling whom cute?
"The Saintess is cuter."
A meaningless remark. Yet Aria liked it. No—it wasn't meaningless. It had meaning. The very act of sharing this moment with him held profound significance. How could she dismiss it as trivial? It was as bright and radiant as a fleeting spring day.
The hero and the saintess chuckled together. After some light banter, they arrived at the bathroom and undressed. The moment Aria's curvaceous figure was fully revealed, Ashtain's massive member rose again.
"You really never get tired, do you?"
At first she had found it grotesque, but the more she looked, the more endearing it became. She poked the pillar-like shaft with her slender fingers.
"Aria's body has a special talent for making it angry."
"Th-that's vulgar."
"You like hearing things like that."
"……What do you take me for? I'm still a saintess, you know?"
"I see you as a saintess who likes lewd things more than anyone. Want me to recite some of your lines from when you were really worked up? 'Please cum inside Aria's seed-receiving pussy.' 'Aria's pussy wants Ashtain's semen.' And what else……"
"Awaaaaaah! Stop! Stop! Don't say such dirty things!"
Aria was shouting, having completely forgotten to use polite speech. Ashtain found her squealing delightful.
"Lewd Saintess, say it again. My words are vulgar? Then what about the things you said?"
"I-I only say those things because I like you! I don't particularly enjoy lewd things!"
"Really?"
Ashtain's large hand firmly grabbed her buttock. The pale, pretty flesh had already been spanked red like a peach several times. Why did her groin tingle just from having her rear kneaded? Aria felt a mixture of semen and love juices trickling down her thighs from her entrance.
"I-it's true! Huu, and…! If you touch me like that, the semen will leak out!"
"Oh?"
Ashtain deliberately spread her cheeks wide. Thick semen that had filled her depths poured out in heavy spurts from her parted folds.
"Huu, A-Ain!"
He wore a mischievous, wicked smile. "Well, we're going to wash anyway. Convenient, isn't it?"
Ashtain lathered his body with the cleansing products provided in the bathroom. Aria had once wondered how hygiene in a medieval world could be so advanced, but upon realizing that I Became the Seed-Receiving Saintess of the Sex Cult was a rather convenient story, she had dropped the question. It was a world with magic—what was a little soap? In any case, Ashtain, now covered in thick foam, approached her.
"Wh-what is it?"
"I've always wanted to lather up and rub against you like this."
Aria's soft breasts met Ashtain's firm chest. Skin-to-skin contact happened often enough, but this slippery state felt novel.
"I-it feels strange."
"How is it? Does it feel lewd?"
His triumphant voice. It was rather infuriating. Infuriating, yet……
"……It does."
His hands wrapped around her slender waist as he rubbed their bodies together. It wasn't sex, yet it felt strangely obscene. There was no penetration, but the scattered erogenous zones across her body began to stir. Aria's thoughts spun. Could this also be considered a form of sex? She was lost in such trivial musings when lukewarm water suddenly splashed over her.
"Hgyaaak!"
Ashtain wore a sharp smile, as if he wouldn't forgive her for letting her mind wander. "What were you thinking about so hard while I was right in front of you?"
"Th-that's… I was just thinking this act was very lewd! I wasn't thinking anything else……"
"What should I do with our cheeky saintess?"
"……Do you enjoy tormenting me that much?"
"It's becoming more enjoyable by the minute."
"You're mean. You're awful."
Ashtain effortlessly lifted the freshly washed Aria in his strong arms and slid his member inside her.
"Heuk, Ain. S-suddenly!"
"We should clean this part thoroughly too, shouldn't we?"
"Th-that's… euut, uu…… ahn!"
His glans scraped out the semen pooled inside her. She was beginning to wonder whether he was truly doing this to remove the fluid from her depths or if it was simply another form of sexual intimacy.
'Does it matter if I'm confused?'
Yes. What did it matter? What mattered was that Ashtain was devouring her like a madman. That was enough. That was all she needed.
Aria's insides grew wet once more. Ashtain repeatedly scooped out the remaining semen with his tip. Pale liquid dripped onto the bathroom floor.
"Huuung, haang. Hiiang! F-faster, just a little gentler—!"
"If I go slow, it doesn't come out well."
Whether true or not, Ashtain paid no heed to her panting and thrust relentlessly. Held aloft, Aria felt as though she were floating. Even in this submissive position, her body granted her pleasure. Unable to withstand the sudden ecstasy, her hips bucked on their own.
"Hah, eut. I-it feels good."
"You like having your pussy scraped out?"
"I like it. I really like it, euheut!"
It was chilling. Goosebumps rose on her skin. Still held in Ashtain's arms, Aria reached a powerful climax. No moan escaped her—she had suppressed it. Sweat trickled down her face.
"I-I came."
"I'm not done yet."
"……If you keep poking my pussy, Aria will be in trouble."
Twitch. Ashtain's member grew even harder than before. He showed no intention of honoring her request. Squish, squelch. The lewd, wet sounds of him stirring her depths. He was going to thrust again. Without restraint. Without mercy. Without pity. She might lose consciousness again. Aria swallowed nervously, but the expected did not happen. The shaft that had been digging into her was withdrawn.
"……Heh?"
"If it's too much, will you do it with your mouth?"
She felt a twinge of disappointment. It would have been better if he had forced her anyway. She tried to glare at him in displeasure, only to realize how shameless she was being and shake her head. She had asked for it, so what was she complaining about? Aria looked at his member. It was messy, coated in semen and love juices. Yet it was lovely. Because it was his. Because it was his cock.
"I-I'll do my best."
Aria's small mouth opened wide as she was about to take his large shaft inside—when the building suddenly shook as if struck by an earthquake.
Kugugung!
Even amid the sudden crisis, Ashtain calmly shielded Aria.
"What was that?"
Something had happened.