A Shameful Morning with the Saintess

"Good morning, Saintess. What a fine morning it is."

"...You're early today?"

"Of course. How could I possibly be late for the glorious honor of spending time with you, Saintess?"

"......"

...But hadn't he always shown up after lunch every other day? The saintess didn't voice that thought to his face. She was already grateful he'd come so early. It was far more efficient than her handling the flood of patients alone for treatment—having even one extra pair of hands to share the burden was a huge help.

Han Jin-seong, mimicking the form of Iden Priest, gave the saintess's reluctant face a quick once-over.

'Kya.'

As I'd instructed yesterday, she'd smeared the load I'd blasted into the paizuri slit of her saintess robe across her tits and gone to bed without washing or changing. The once-pristine white garment had yellowed from the semen soaking in and oxidizing, and a thick, distinctive stench of dried cum wafted from her—strong enough to hit my nose from a distance. Any stranger seeing her would mistake her for a whore who'd been tormented by a man all night long. No denying it; she looked utterly depraved.

Seriel suddenly felt his gaze sweeping over her body. Especially the yellowed stain on her chest, thanks to the drug.

"D-Don't stare so much..."

Seriel scolded him in a voice close to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a whimper. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠As he'd told her yesterday, she'd tried to sleep while savoring the drug's scent without washing. But the fishy, heavy night-bloom aroma rising from her cleavage...

It kept seeping into her nose, lungs, and brain, ruining her sleep. The more she inhaled it, the more an itchy tingle built between her legs, leaving her rubbing her thighs together desperately over and over. Memories flooded in: the heavy weight pressing down on her breasts, the lewd slap-slap of flesh on flesh... And finally, the hot slickness of the drug flowing down her cleavage.

The more she recalled, the hotter her pussy got, beyond her control. In the end, she couldn't hold back. She'd shoved the pillow meant for hugging between her legs and ground against it like a slut, masturbating to climax. Not satisfied with once, she'd cum two or three more times before finally calming down enough to sleep.

Because of that, the pillow was still soaked with her pussy juices, so she'd hung it out to dry in the sun before coming. His gaze made it feel like all of it was exposed, flooding her with shame.

She'd barely masturbated in her life, and as a saintess who should shun carnal desires, spending such a depraved night filled her with guilt.

"It's because of the medicine Priest gave me yesterday... I woke up and it had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turned this color..."

Shame crashed over Seriel like waves. She could practically see herself from last night—hugging the pillow, writhing lewdly—reflected in his eyes. She covered the stain on her chest with her arms and instinctively stepped back, twisting her body to hide from his view.

"...It really... seems effective... I was hot all night and couldn't sleep well, but my skin... definitely looks better, doesn't it...?"

The saintess babbled incoherently, desperately trying to change the subject to hide her lewd nighttime antics. Her heart pounded wildly, terrified the priest's piercing gaze would uncover every filthy, depraved desire.

"Haha, of course. It's a precious medicine prepared just for you, Saintess. I'll apply more during tonight's massage, so look forward to it."

"Ah......"

Tonight, again. Seriel's shoulders twitched at the words. Memories of last night's confusion and uncontrollable lust flashed through her mind. Another intense massage, then spending the night with that hot drug smeared on her body... Just imagining it made her heart race with anxiety, her pussy tingling with contradictory arousal.

But the warmth in his voice and his matter-of-fact attitude diluted her unease. This wasn't some filthy act to avoid—it was a massage for her benefit. A kindness from the priest to relieve her fatigue. Reminding herself of that turned her anxiety into a creeping anticipation. Her face flushed at the thought of that pleasurable massage again.

"I-Is that so... As you say, Priest, I'll look forward to it..."

She barely whispered it, head bowed low like an ant. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. Amid the shame of the yellow stain, the lingering smell, and her depraved night—all seemingly exposed—she still couldn't refuse his offer. Pathetic, but inevitable. Once you'd tasted that blissful sensation, no woman could turn it down.

"Ah, Saintess. Before we head out... why don't you wash up first? I'll explain then."

Her face burned even redder at the priest's words, and she hurried inside to clean herself properly. When she returned shortly after, the dried cum stench was gone. She'd changed into a spare saintess robe, spotless and fresh.

But this robe looked quite different from the one before.

Somehow... more...

'...Why does it look even sluttier?'

The previous one had at least covered her tits decently, but this one seemed designed to make any man who saw her bare breasts pop a boner—like missionary propaganda wear. And she showed no doubt or hesitation wearing it.

'Was she already hypnotized before I even tried?'

Han Jin-seong cleared his throat suspiciously and spoke to her.

"We still have a bit of time before heading to the clinic, Saintess."

"...?"

The saintess nodded slightly at the priest's words. As he said, there were about 30 minutes left before starting work at the clinic.

"Pardon the intrusion, Saintess. I need to check if yesterday's massage is working properly."

"Eut... Y-Yes..."

Seriel debated sternly scolding his irreverent hand reaching for her lower belly but nodded in relief at his follow-up words.

With her permission, Han Jin-seong slowly extended his hand. As it drew closer to her lower belly...

Whoooosh— A sudden fierce gust battered the open cathedral windows, making them creak ominously. The swept-up candle flames flickered wildly without extinguishing, casting distorted shadows from the statues—twisting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into monstrous shapes glaring down at him.

As his hand pressed on without stopping...

Creak-creak— The ceiling chandelier swayed uneasily, groaning. Tap-tap— The long wooden pews expanded from temperature changes, sounding like footsteps stomping. Screech— The metal hook of the sunflower painting frame twisted faintly, grinding softly. Hoooong— Wind rushing through the cathedral's innards made eerie, breath-like noises.

The saintess, oblivious to the ominous signs, just stared tensely at his hand approaching her belly.

And—finally, as he placed his hand on her lower belly and tried to activate Woman Subjugation.

As expected, a luck check triggered, and I sighed inwardly at the disastrous result.

'Fuck, that useless goddess—2? Piece of shit. Even I'd roll better. Does any divine intervention always trigger a luck check, big or small?'

I'd only seen luck checks once when modding ancient gear; otherwise, never. But them popping up repeatedly like this...

Scraaape—thud—!Whiiiish—!

Maybe because of the luck check—a heavy thud and slicing wind. I tried to move. No reason to take the hit this time; I planned to dodge.

But...

'...What the hell? Why can't I move?'

Han Jin-seong was rooted like a nail in wood. It felt like some god had intervened to force him into the accident. His monstrous stats were useless here; no matter how hard he tried, nothing.

'Whatever, doesn't matter.'

Confident he wouldn't die even if hit, he waited for whatever was flying at him.

"—Priest...!"

Ting—!

—The moment he saw it, the saintess scattered light just in time, averting what wasn't even much of a crisis. Confirming the binding force released, Han Jin-seong glanced back.

What her light had knocked to the floor: a thin iron sheet. Sharp enough to slice off a body part if it boomeranged into someone.

'...Spicy.'

"A-Are you okay? Why did that suddenly...?"

"...Thank you, Saintess. You saved my life."

He thanked her for casually blocking a miracle from the god she served, then stood.

'Got it—no Woman Subjugation? Fine, no Woman Subjugation.'

There were plenty of other ways to corrupt her without it. He calmed her needless fussing and moved with her to a quiet room.

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