Jealous Elf's Friendship Mission and the Saintess Sighting
A day had passed since I'd carved the Erotic Tattoo Contract onto Yoo Jua, who'd passed out after that intense uterine pounding, just like I'd done with Rienna.
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"Hey, what the fuck? You two waging a cold war or something?"
Yoo Jua, who'd officially become my bitch, and Rienna, who'd beaten her to the punch by a few days as the senior bitch, weren't exchanging a single word.
To be precise, Yoo Jua was cowering hard, peeking at Rienna's mood, while Rienna was treating her like she didn't even exist.
It was starting to grate on me a bit as I sorted through the last scraps of ancient parts early in the morning.
I wasn't expecting them to make out and grope each other or anything, but this was too damn stifling. It wasn't the vibe I wanted at all.
What I wanted was for my bitches to bond more, chatting sweetly about how to win more favor from their master, how to make him feel even better...
So I called them out on it, and wouldn't you know it—Rienna shot me a glare like zap.
I had nothing to feel guilty about, so I met her stare head-on.
"What? The fuck you glaring at?"
"...Didn't you do it?"
"Do what?"
Rienna exploded at my nonchalant question, her eyes welling up with tears as she yelled,
"With that slut from now on!"
"……."
"…?"
Yoo Jua tilted her head at first under my questioning gaze—like, did I say something?—then,
"…!"
She shook her head furiously side to side. No way in hell did I say anything.
Like I'd blab that shit in front of an elf. Crazy.
"Argh...!"
Rienna stomped her feet in rage, pointing accusingly at Yoo Jua and screaming,
"That bitch over there waddling around all awkward all day, making it obvious her crotch hurts— you think I wouldn't notice?!"
"Ah... "
Yoo Jua's ears turned beet red at the exposure, her head drooping low.
Yeah, after last night's breeding session with Master Cock, her pussy was throbbing so bad her walk was all off. But for Rienna to clock it that fast and piece it together... I hadn't seen that coming.
"Could've been anal."
I played it cool.
"I've taken it up the ass from you so many times—you think I can't tell?!"
But that didn't fly!
Rienna, on the verge of tears, whimpered at me through sobs,
"Why... why won't you do it in front with me...? Don't I... please you...? Am I... uglier than that human...?"
For Rienna, bound by elven ethics to love only the one man she mated with for life, it was brutal that I only fucked her ass—the back hole that couldn't bear new life—instead of her front.
And now this human side-bitch, basically a concubine, got front-hole privileges first? From her perspective, it was a massive blow to her pride, enough to shatter her world.
Sensing she'd spiral into full-blown sulk-fest tears if I let it go, I sighed, walked over, put a hand on her shoulder, and said,
"Rienna, look at me."
"Hic... sob... What...?"
"I told you, right? You're my first sex-processing slave."
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She nodded faintly through sniffles, and I brushed off her cheek.
"That's why I'm cherishing you, saving you up. My very first toilet, my dedicated sex-toilet bitch."
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I stared her down intensely, and her fire dimmed, her eyes softening again.
Time to drive it home.
"Alright, Rienna. I'm giving my top bitch her first official mission."
"...Mission?"
"Yeah."
Her eyes sparkled at the word. Mission! Back in Elvenheim, she'd chowed down on missions like breakfast and crushed them just as easy.
Rienna perked up, confident. "Assign me any mission. Assassination? Torture? Capture? I'm game for anything!"
"Mm, good attitude. So, the mission is... get friendly!"
"……?"
Her head tilted at the cryptic command.
"...What kind of mission is that?"
"Simple. Get along with Yoo Jua."
Yoo Jua's face twisted in horror. "What?!"
She yelped like she was glitching out, then shrank under Rienna's glare, eyes dropping to the floor.
"I'm heading out now to gather intel. Back tonight, maybe later. You two—get cozy somehow while I'm gone."
"……."
Rienna didn't reply, but it was obvious she hated the idea.
I'd figured as much. Couldn't expect an elf who saw humans as vermin to purify to just buddy up on command.
That's where the carrot came in.
"If I come back and see you two actually getting along..."
"...And if we are?"
"I'll pound your pussy and creampie your womb sloppy—until you tell me to stop."
"…!!"
Rienna's eyes blazed with sudden purpose.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I licked my thumb and pinky-swore, pressing thumb to tongue and pinky to forehead.
She eyed the weird gesture curiously. "What's that?"
"Ah... you don't know? It means I'll keep the promise even if the sky falls—deep meaning, like I'd save my mom for it."
She shot back bluntly, "Don't you not have a biological mom, Master?"
"……Just take my word for it."
I grimaced at the unexpected roast, while one woman watched silently, screaming internally—but nobody cared.
"Alright, I'm out."
As I geared up to leave, Yoo Jua paled and reached for me. But...
Grab—
"Where you going, human?"
A slender wrist clamped my arm with unyielding strength.
She could only scream at my back as I prepped to leap out the window.
"You bastard! You fucking asshole—!!"
"Adios."
I winked, finger-gunning her, and jumped out.
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Figured Old Town had nothing left after that shitshow, so I headed straight for downtown.
But spotting a crowd near Old Town piqued my interest, so I wandered closer.
"Haa... It's the saintess for real... Ain't she stunning?"
"Yeah... Never seen anyone so beautiful... Sigh... Just looking at her purifies my soul..."
...Saintess?
I recalled the random encounter event list. Yeah, one of those fleeting ones I'd skimmed.
Random event NPC popping up in disaster zones?
They count this as a disaster? I nodded, thinking of the ice-shredded brute from before.
Fair enough—that mess qualified, with all the civilians turned puppets and slaughtered or maimed.
Saintess... Probably church bigwig.
They heal any disease or wound for a price—obscenely high, so poor folk could only dream. Fantasy paywall service.
Hmm... Saintess, though.
But saintesses were different. They toured disaster sites periodically, offering free heals and care.
Gotta see this face at least.
A saintess ranked just below the pope, rubbing shoulders with cardinals. Buffs with holy magic, heals on top, high priestess—and pretty? Tsk.
This was a no-brainer. My lineup of sex-slave bitch-toilets was shaping up nicely, and it felt fucking great.
I started zipping around, mimicking folks, relocating, mimicking more...
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This one cathedral in Old Town—the sole survivor amid the puppet fiasco caused by that Elixir exec—stood tall and majestic.
Far from ground zero helped, but the bishop barricading the entrance with refugees sealed the deal.
Inside that building, Seriel—the church's saintess, revered by masses—prayed quietly.
Downtown was too far; better to stay in Old Town healing folks than waste time commuting, she'd judged.
The resident priests smiled kindly, yielding their quarters, while her holy knight escorts stood vigilant, eyes blazing at any suspicious approach.
"……."
Even as evening neared, after tirelessly dispensing holy power around Old Town, she returned to the cathedral and kept praying.
Seriel, eyes closed in devotion, slowly opened them at the creak of the cathedral doors.
The holy knights at the entrance let them in—meant a vetted, safe person.
Kiiik—
Her ruby-red eyes, like embedded gems, half-lidded as she turned her delicate voice toward the newcomer.
"Priest Iden...?"
"Yes, Saintess. It's me."
Iden Priest, who knew her by sight, greeted her with a smiling curl of his lips.