The Vulgar Saintess (1)
Time is a relative thing. It can feel as though it drags on endlessly, yet when you look back, it has slipped away in the blink of an eye. It has already been a full year since I came to this world. Yes, an entire year. Moments like these always make me keenly aware of time’s impermanence. The days that once felt so agonizingly slow now seem to whip past in a blur.
I suppose it is because I have grown fully accustomed to this life. Though I was originally an atheist, after devoting myself to the Goddess of Sacred Love for an entire year, a seed of faith has somehow taken root inside me. Me, of all people—the one who once felt an instinctive revulsion toward religion. Life truly is a series of unexpected reversals.
Over the past year, I have lived a busy existence in my role as the Saintess. I learned the fundamentals of holy spells and received rigorous training in the proper conduct expected of one in my position. After tremendous effort, Cardinal Mavlof declared that I was now beyond reproach. He seems to think rather too highly of me. I still feel woefully inadequate to bear the title of Saintess.
Shaking my head, I walked down the familiar corridors of the cathedral. There, I encountered a boy with striking golden hair.
“Saintess Aria!”
It was the child who had once asked for my autograph. He possessed a wonderfully pure smile.
“Devotee Makarof. You mustn’t run in the corridors.”
Surprisingly, this boy’s father was Cardinal Mavlof. When I first learned that fact, I could not hide my shock. The two seemed like a complete mismatch. How could such a gentle, soft-featured boy have come from that grotesque man? This must be the mystery of DNA.
“Even the Saintess scolds like the priests.”
Makarof pouted, clearly displeased. I reached out and gently stroked his forehead.
“It is not good to look down on those who speak the truth, Devotee Makarof.”
Apparently taking my words as a rebuke, he quickly changed the subject.
“Oh, that’s right. Father was calling for you, Saintess.”
I flinched. My lips tightened without thinking. For what possible reason would His Eminence Cardinal Mavlof be summoning me? It could hardly be for anything pleasant.
“Devotee Makarof, could you ask His Eminence the Cardinal why he is calling for me?”
“Hmm, I don’t know either.”
It seemed the matter was not something suitable to explain to a child. Though I felt uneasy, I simply accepted it. Refusing would change nothing.
With a soft click, the Saintess Aria—dressed in vestments woven of black and white—entered the room. Cardinal Mavlof, who had been seated, offered a light bow of greeting.
“Welcome, Saintess Aria.”
“I greet Your Eminence the Cardinal.”
Aria bowed her head with elegant, chaste grace. Compared to her former self, who had spoken in crude language and burned with open defiance, she had changed considerably. It seemed Bishop Ronin—formerly Priest Ronin—had corrected her thoroughly, just as he promised.
Even beneath the voluminous holy robes, Aria’s body lines were impossible to conceal. Cardinal Mavlof felt a surge of lust as he looked at her. However, he was not so foolish as to ignore the distinction between public duty and private desire. Recalling the original purpose of this summons, he spoke.
“The reason I called you here today is that Bishop Ronin has made a certain request.”
Aria tilted her head, puzzled.
“…A request?”
“Have you not spent all your time working only within the cult until now?”
Aria lightly reflected on the past. Indeed, she could barely remember the last time she had stepped outside.
“Yes, now that you mention it.”
“Bishop Ronin suggested it was time for you to begin some external activities as well.”
“…Is that so.”
Aria’s face showed little interest. In truth, Cardinal Mavlof was not pleased at the idea of sending the Saintess beyond the cult’s walls either. No matter how obedient she had become, she still knew far too many of the Church of Sacred Love’s secrets. There was always the risk of unforeseen complications.
He had intended to reject Bishop Ronin’s proposal on those grounds, but the bishop had moved faster, unilaterally advancing the matter.
To think he would dare make an agreement with the kingdom without permission.
Mavlof clicked his tongue. Bishop Ronin had once been quiet and unassuming, but he was rapidly becoming a thorn in Mavlof’s side.
Keeping his bloated, fat face carefully neutral, Mavlof continued.
“You must have heard the rumors about the Hero, Saintess.”
The Hero. This was a figure who did not exist in Aria’s memory. She had not finished reading the original story titled I Became the Seed-Receiving Saintess of the Sex Cult. Given that she had only read up to roughly three months in, it was natural she would not know. Still, from the conversations of those around her, she had formed a general image: an upright man overflowing with justice and conviction. The very model of a novel’s protagonist.
Organizing her thoughts, she replied.
“I have heard he appears like a shooting star, striking down monsters with terrifying force.”
“Correct. However, even the Hero is only human. It seems there are limits to what one man can do alone. That is why the kingdom has sent this request. They require additional personnel support.”
“…Personnel support?”
“Yes. You will understand once you read this document.”
Mavlof handed her a sheet of parchment. Aria accepted it and quickly scanned the contents. To summarize, the document simply stated that the Saintess’s assistance was required.
“…Ah.”
Aria roughly understood the situation. In nearly every story or game, a Saintess followed the Hero like a tag-along.
Reading the subtle agitation on her face, Mavlof spoke quickly.
“If it does not appeal to you, Saintess, you may refuse.”
“…Would refusing not bring disadvantages to the cult?”
“It was an unreasonable demand from the beginning. They spoke without understanding the position our cult’s Saintess holds—”
At Cardinal Mavlof’s words, Aria felt her stomach twist with revulsion. An unreasonable demand? When she was the one forced to receive the devotees’ seed during every confession? Her position? Was she not simply a tool for sexual relief?
It had been a long time since such a rebellious thought had risen within her.
“I am fine with it, Your Eminence Cardinal Mavlof.”
“…Saintess?”
Before she realized it, the words had already left her mouth.
“There is nothing I cannot do.”
“…Is that not a rather hasty decision?”
Watching Mavlof’s troubled expression, Aria felt a small, bitter smile form inside. She had landed a blow.
After that, they exchanged meaningless small talk. Aria rose from her seat.
“Your Eminence. Please forgive my rudeness in taking my leave first.”
As she turned to go, Cardinal Mavlof raised a hand to stop her.
“Ah, wait a moment.”
“…Is there a problem?”
Mavlof heaved his massive body up and approached with heavy steps. Without hesitation, he thrust his hand between her legs.
“…Y-Your Eminence. What are you—”
He smiled obscenely.
“I apologize for failing to notice your yearning, Saintess.”
“Ah, no— ngh.”
At the sudden stimulation, Aria shuddered and instinctively pressed her thighs together. The reflexive motion only made her feel the fingers violating her sex more clearly.
“C-Cardinal! If you suddenly do something like this—!”
Caught between panic and pleasure, Aria tried to push his hand away. But even after a year, shaking off a man’s powerful grip remained nearly impossible for her.
“It has been quite some time since I last tasted you, Saintess.”
It was true. Sexual torment of Aria had become less frequent lately. There had simply been too many “busy matters.”
“Ha-ugh. Y-Your Eminence!”
Perhaps because it had been so long, her reaction was more intense than usual.
“Does it not feel good?”
“N-Not here! Someone might hear— haat!”
Aria clamped both hands over her mouth. The sight of her desperately holding back her melting moans struck Mavlof’s chest like a hammer. Her sensuality surpassed that of any common whore. How could anyone call this a Saintess? She was nothing but a seductress.
“Rather, do you not wish for it? For your lewd appearance to be exposed to the devotees.”
The words struck true. Aria’s body trembled delicately. Between her legs, she was already drenched. Transparent love juices dripped in long, lewd strands.
At the sight that would make any man salivate, Aria lowered her head, avoiding the Cardinal’s gaze. The gesture only fanned the flames of his lust higher.
“Sit on the chair and spread your legs nicely for me.”
“…Yes.”
Aria gave up on resisting. Following his command, she sat down and spread her legs in an M-shape. Then she parted her folds with her fingers, shamelessly displaying her most intimate place. The obscene pose created an intensely erotic atmosphere.
Mavlof stared, entranced, at Aria’s glistening pink pussy, slick and shining with her juices. He immediately lowered his head and began licking her like a dog.
“Ah! L-Licking there is— haat.”
Her voice was full of embarrassment, though she offered no resistance. Mavlof’s teeth gently bit down on her clitoris.
“Hngh.”
Aria bit the back of her hand as a sweet moan escaped her. The person who once resisted and fought back no longer existed. Only she remained—the one who craved pleasure.
After thoroughly tormenting her pussy several times, Mavlof finally lifted his head. Aria’s body convulsed lightly. She looked up at him with discontent.
“…Don’t tease me like that.”
As though this level of stimulation was not nearly enough. As though she wanted something deeper, more intense.
Aria was drowning in sexual desire.
“What would you like me to do?”
His oily voice coiled around her like a snare. Aria’s gaze instinctively dropped to the Cardinal’s crotch. As if answering her silent plea, he undid his belt and pulled out his grotesque cock.
She had experienced countless cocks, yet few could compare to Mavlof’s. The overwhelming foreign sensation that seemed to scrape her insides clean. The incredible length that stimulated every sensitive spot without mercy. The thickness that created an almost painful feeling of fullness. Just imagining that cock entering her made her lower belly burn.
With a shameless expression, Mavlof asked again.
“What would you like me to do for you, Saintess?”
“Your… your cock…”
Aria murmured softly. Pretending not to hear, Mavlof asked once more.
“I could not hear you, Saintess. What did you say?”
“…Please bestow Your Eminence’s grace upon this worthless pussy of mine.”
Shame had been discarded long ago. Her pride had already fallen to rock bottom. Corruption. Yes, it could well be called corruption.
“Your manner of begging is still quite improper, Saintess.”
Unsure what displeased him, Mavlof remained still, his tower-like cock standing erect. Aria grew desperate. Why? Why would he not grant it even when she begged like this?
She rubbed her thighs together, then, unable to endure any longer, began touching herself.
“I-I was wrong. I made a mistake…”
“What exactly?”
Aria thought. What had she done wrong? The Cardinal had clearly been displeased by her decision to accompany the Hero. Her choice must have offended him.
Having reached that conclusion, she answered at once.
“I arrogantly ignored Your Eminence’s intentions and chose the opposite path.”
“You understand well. Saintess, have I not always told you? When you commit a foolish act…”
“Y-You must receive the appropriate punishment. S-So please… give your cock to Aria.”
Who would believe this woman was the Saintess of the Sex Cult? She was nothing more than a bitch in heat.
Mavlof stroked her cheek with a mocking smile. Even as a bitch in heat, her beauty was exquisite—seductive and bewitching enough to drive any man wild.
“For you right now, that could hardly be called a punishment.”
“T-Then…”
“First, you must serve me with your breasts.”
Service. Aria knew exactly what he meant. She wrapped her voluptuous breasts around his long cock, enveloping it softly.
“L-Like this?”
“Move them gently, Saintess.”
Aria’s breasts skillfully caressed Mavlof’s cock. She did not stop there. Her tongue teased the tip of the glans with light, tantalizing strokes. A reaction came from Mavlof at once.
“Hngh.”
His hand gripped the back of her head and thrust his cock straight into her mouth.
It was already enormous. The huge piece of meat poking at her throat brought both suffering and intoxicating excitement. Aria sucked with devoted care.
“Ugh, mgh, slurp.”
In less than a few minutes, Mavlof felt a tidal wave of climax approaching. He forcefully pushed her head down onto his cock.
“Cough— ugh, ngh!”
The cock that stabbed deep into her throat released its semen in heavy spurts. The slippery, fishy liquid felt like drinking pure sesame oil. Though revolting, Aria squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed every drop.
Mavlof withdrew his cock from her mouth without a hint of lingering affection. He had released so much that she began to choke.
“Cough, cough.”
Her face turned bright red as she coughed. Thick semen spilled from the corners of her lips. Still dazed from the sadistic irrumatio, she stared blankly into space.
“I-Is that enough now?”
“You did well.”
Mavlof spread her legs and thrust his cock inside her in one smooth motion.
“Ha-ugh.”
Her soaking wet pussy accepted him with silky ease. Aria’s bewitching moans echoed softly throughout the Cardinal’s office.