The Slime Massage Revelation
Han Jin-seong led the saintess to a quiet room. Seriel, who had followed him obediently into the room, tugged along by his hand without understanding a thing, tried to question him about the suspicious situation from moments earlier... but she tilted her head in confusion at the sight of what he pulled out.
"Saintess. Before heading to the clinic today, let me give you a massage first."
What he held in his hand was a transparent container filled with something pink. Unable to guess what was inside, she peered at it curiously—then her eyes caught the pink mass inside wriggling.
"…!"
The saintess's eyes went wide. She finally realized what it was.
Slime. A low-level monster that lurked in forests or caves. An irreverent, profane creature utterly unfit for a holy priest.
"P-Priest...? This is... a slime, isn't it...? Why would you bring something so impure...!"
Bewilderment and a touch of wariness colored her voice. It was only natural—she couldn't fathom his intentions in suddenly presenting her with a slime sealed in a transparent jar.
But Han Jin-seong calmly spun his bullshit.
"Slimes may be monsters, but that doesn't make them inherently bad. This one has been specially cultivated and possesses incredibly useful properties for massages. Today, I'll treat you to a slime massage with it."
This was today's massage tool, and he intended to use the slime for the job. The words were utterly novel to her, plunging Seriel's mind into sudden chaos.
A massage... with a living monster...?
"A... slime... massage...? Is... is something like that even possible...?"
The saintess stared back and forth between him and the slime undulating in its jar, her expression one of utter disbelief. The thought of that slimy, low-grade monster crawling over her body sent shivers down her spine.
Yet at the same time, memories of last night's exquisite pleasure flooded back... and she couldn't suppress a strange curiosity about this unknown massage. If he said so, it must be another special treatment prepared just for her. The priest wouldn't recommend it otherwise.
Regretting her shallow knowledge and failure to grasp his deeper intentions, Seriel recomposed herself into a posture of obedience.
"...I-I'm sorry, Priest. My ignorance led me to misunderstand your profound wisdom. Even a lowly monster... could surely serve as an excellent massage tool, as you say. So... how does one receive this slime massage...?"
The saintess gazed at the slime in the jar with wide, sparkling eyes brimming with curiosity.
"Ahem, Saintess. First, tell me what comes to mind when you think of slimes?"
His question came out of nowhere, but Seriel assumed it was part of the massage process and pondered it seriously. The knowledge she'd gleaned from books or hearsay wasn't exactly positive.
"Slimes, you mean...?"
She opened her mouth cautiously.
"From what I know... they're mindless, low-grade monsters that live in dark, damp places. They dissolve and absorb whatever they swallow, with corrosive properties... I've heard they're one of the things mercenaries dread most. They ruin equipment on contact. They're sticky... slimy... formless, which makes them disgusting. And they're extremely vulnerable to holy power—impure beings... That's what I know, Priest."
As she listed off the negative traits she knew, she stole glances at him, gauging his reaction. The slime he held was clearly a useful tool for massage, and she worried she'd focused too much on the bad aspects.
"...H-Hah, but that's only for wild slimes, right? I think the one you brought is different. Its toxicity must have been purified, leaving only beneficial properties for humans..."
She hurriedly added the positives, her mind torn between vague fear of using a monster slime and irrepressible curiosity about his new massage preparation.
Seeing her anxious face, Han Jin-seong smiled warmly and began his explanation.
"Heh heh, exactly, Saintess. Ordinary slimes are harmful to people, that's true. But this one's different. Cultivated for a special purpose... just like you said, it's free of toxins and harmless. In fact, it smooths the skin beautifully and absorbs and breaks down harmful impurities in the body—purely beneficial effects."
He did his best to reassure her.
"Does that put your mind at ease?"
The priest's calm, logical explanation gently quelled the vague anxiety blooming in her heart. It smoothed the skin and absorbed bodily impurities—much like last night's ointment, ultimately beneficial to her. Since the priest had brought it himself, it was obviously worlds apart from wild, lowly monsters.
Seriel felt ashamed of her hasty judgment and ignorance. He always prepared only the best for her, yet she kept doubting him first—how pathetic.
"Yes, Priest. That eases my mind a lot. As expected... everything you prepare has profound meaning. I judged rashly and feared on my own again. Please forgive me."
She bowed her head in sincere apology. Then she lifted her gaze, now filled with pure trust and curiosity, looking between him and the jar.
"It smooths the skin... it must be as effective as last night's ointment. Absorbing harmful things from the body sounds amazing. So... how does this massage work? What should I prepare?"
Just like last night's, she was convinced this slime massage would melt away her fatigue and lead to delightful sensations. The texture of a slimy, sticky creature touching her body was still hard to imagine, but her anticipation swelled regardless.
"It's simple, Saintess."
Han Jin-seong emphasized his words as he slowly explained the method to her.
"We just insert this slime into your anus. It'll gently massage your insides, absorb all the impurities, and leave everything perfectly clean."
Not giving her a chance to react, he pressed on.
"This slime anal massage is hugely popular—everyone wants it. It requires the practitioner's delicate handiwork, too."
"───"
The moment those words sank in, Seriel felt her mind go blank.
Insert the slime... into her anus...?
Her calm composure from moments ago vanished in an instant, her thoughts turning blank white. The anus—that was for excretion, the filthiest, most private part of the body. A place she'd never exposed to another soul, not as a saintess or even as a woman. And he wanted to put that wriggling monster there?
Her mouth hung open in shock, her gaze trembling. Seriel could only stare at him blankly, eyes swirling with horror and disbelief.
His talk of it being popular or requiring delicate control didn't register at all. Only that horrific phrase—"insert into the anus"—echoed in her head.
"Y-Your... an... anus...?"
She barely squeaked it out, her face flushing crimson at uttering such a vulgar word—then draining pale as blood fled her cheeks.
This was leagues beyond last night's breast massage or sleeping with ointment slathered on.
"P-Priest...! Th-That's...! No matter what, that place... How could I... N-No... absolutely not...!"
Without thinking, the saintess stepped back, shaking her head furiously. She knew his massages felt good, but instinct overwhelmed reason this time.
Anywhere but there. That spot was the most... the most defiled part of a saintess's body devoted to the divine. A place no one should ever see or even mention.
Yet despite her fierce reaction, Han Jin-seong's expression remained utterly serene, without a flicker of disturbance. If anything, his eyes held pity for her ignorance and over-sensitivity.
"Ah......"
Under that gaze, her momentum crumbled.
His words about it being a popular massage resurfaced belatedly.
...Maybe, in some world she didn't know, this really was a standard method? Come to think of it, the clit snap massage had been the same. The initial shock and revulsion when he'd snapped her clit had been intense... but the ecstatic pleasure lingered vividly in her memory even now.