Aftercare for the Saintess's Perfect Release
"Well done, Saintess. That concludes the slime anal massage."
Just as she wanted, Han Jin-seong praised her in a gentle voice while softly caressing her ass.
"Hng...♥"
At the touch stroking the ass that had just been making filthy noises while expelling its dirty load, Seriel unwittingly closed her eyes, let out an aroused moan, and flushed her cheeks.
"M-My body feels... too sensitive now... Priest..."
'Well, yeah... we were stuffing it with aphrodisiac slime after all...'
He swallowed his inner thoughts at her voice, quivering faintly in the afterglow of pleasure, and changed the subject.
"So, how did it feel, Saintess? Did you like the slime anal massage?"
Han Jin-seong asked as he withdrew the hand that had been stroking her ass.
'Ah......'
The saintess's face fell visibly, full of regret as the warm, pleasant touch pulled away... but then, as if struck by a good idea, she cleared her throat cutely and spoke with surprising boldness.
"Ahem. Stroke me more... and I'll tell you."
"?"
She hadn't specified where exactly, but he got the hint right away. Smiling warmly, he gave her exactly what she craved.
Smooth—
"There... Saintess, is this good?"
The warm, large hand enveloped her ass once more, gently circling and kneading it like a massage after all the abuse it'd taken. At the sensation, the saintess let out a lewd moan and twitched her hips.
"Hngh...♥ Y-Yes...♥ Keep stroking me like that...♥"
Seriel surrendered her body to his touch with completely wanton, loosened eyes.
Just from having her ass touched, something melted deep in her lower belly... a thrilling, happy sensation spreading through her entire body.
'Nngh... Feels so good...♥'
Savoring his touch, she shyly but honestly shared her feelings.
"At first... it was so scary and embarrassing... But when it filled me up inside, making my belly swell... it felt really strange. And when I let it all out... nngh♥ it felt so good...♥"
Even as she spoke, her ass quivered faintly in time with his caressing hand.
'Mmm...♥ Feels good...♥ Priest's hand... so warm... I wish he'd keep touching me like this...♥ Who knew getting your ass stroked could feel this amazing...♥'
Completely lost in his touch, Seriel rubbed her ass against his hand like a cat in heat and continued.
"I... liked it. A lot... Priest...♥"
Han Jin-seong smiled in satisfaction at her reaction. Now that she was this hooked, he figured he could package just about any demand as a "massage" and get away with it.
'As long as it's not the Erotic Tattoo Contract. Right?'
Han Jin-seong glanced up toward the Light Goddess who might be watching from above, then lowered his gaze back to the saintess.
"Saintess, it's almost time to head to the clinic."
His words snapped her consciousness—lost in the bliss of his ass-stroking—back to reality.
'Oh, right. The clinic.'
Seriel blinked blankly and asked, "Ah... H-How much time... do we have left...?"
"About... ten minutes."
Ten minutes. Short, but plenty to savor this sweet moment a little longer. The saintess hesitated, stealing glances at him. The boldness from moments ago was gone; now she was like a shy girl, head bowed, her voice barely a whisper.
"Th-Then... at least until then... keep stroking me...♥"
"Haha, of course. It's only proper to give thorough aftercare after a massage."
"Th-That's what I meant! You have to keep up the care afterward... to call yourself a real pro, right?"
Han Jin-seong nodded with a laugh. He gripped her plump ass a bit firmer, kneading her voluptuous cheeks like a deep massage.
"Hng♥ Hngh♥ Nngh♥"
Seriel shook her ass in rhythm with his touch, letting out cute, pet-like whines mixed with aegyo.
She wished those ten minutes would feel eternal. Wished this happy moment would never end.
Desperately hoping, she sank deep once more into the sweet afterglow of pleasure.
'Priest... your hand's so warm...♥ Feels so good......♥'
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The clinic, arrived at with paladins in tow, was already bustling with chaos.
Seriel immediately started giving orders. She dispatched a few paladins to organize the disorganized crowds seeking treatment into neat lines, and set up a priority queue for the most urgent cases so they could be treated quickly.
All those groans of endless pain and desperate eyes she'd always had to handle alone.
But today was different.
"Your ankle's badly swollen. Please rest it here on this chair."
Han Jin-seong's hand, glowing with holy light, caressed the blackened, swollen ankle, and the hideous injury subsided rapidly.
"Thank you... thank you...!"
"Best to rest up fully today and avoid straining it."
"Yes! Thank you, Priest...!"
After sending the patient off and patting his shoulder, he was panicking inwardly.
'...Why's the holy power working?'
He'd figured at the start that no matter how good his Mimicry was, he couldn't replicate holy magic that borrowed a god's power.
That's why he'd planned to bail with some excuse about being tired from all the massages.
But what the hell—this was nuts.
'Whoa.'
He'd barely placed his hand on the wound for show, and holy power gathered in it, healing away!
'Jackpot—!'
Not expecting it to actually work, Han Jin-seong quickly schooled his expression back to benevolent priest mode, chuckled heartily, and dove enthusiastically into the cosplay.
Treating the crowds with holy power was turning out to be kinda fun.
Watching him, a warm feeling welled up in Seriel's heart. A bond with a fellow traveler on the same path. Or relief at finally having a friend... no, a comrade.
She smiled softly and focused on the patient in front of her.
Time passed, and soon it was break time. Doing this nonstop all day would drain their stamina even before their holy power ran out, so it was unavoidable.
"Saintess, good work."
The relief efforts paused briefly. She wiped sweat from her brow and turned to him, a genuine smile blooming on her face.
"Yes. You too, Priest."
This was her first time fulfilling her mission alongside someone. No one had ever taken her side against the old cardinals' intimidation.
Instead of the loneliness and pressure of doing it alone, her heart filled with a cozy warmth she could lean on.
With him, she felt she could handle any hardship.
Her eyes sparkled with joy and trust.
Then, in a kind voice, he said,
"Saintess, you look a bit tired. Let me give you a quick massage right here."
At the word "massage," her shoulders twitched involuntarily. Memories of the morning flooded back.
"—♥!"
The slime filling her ass, the intense pleasure of expelling it. Her face burned as she hurriedly glanced around.
It was a screened-off break area outside, but voices from the crowds still filtered in.
A massage... here...?
"N-No! I'm fine, Priest. H-Here's a bit... everyone's watching...!"
Seriel waved her hands frantically, cheeks aflame.
But Han Jin-seong had no intention of backing down. He stepped closer and whispered softly right by her ear.
"Don't worry, Saintess. This one's completely wholesome. I just want to ease your fatigue—trust me for a bit."
His quiet voice and hot breath tickling her ear left her unable to resist.
Despite "wholesome," her heart was already pounding with anticipation for the massage.
Reluctantly, she gave a tiny nod.
"Then, we'll begin the utterly wholesome... asshole fingering massage."
"Pardon...? Hngh♥?!"
Before Seriel could even process the words, a hand snaked from behind under her saintess robes.
It unhesitatingly traced her ass crack over her panties, then roughly slipped inside the waistband and invaded.
Right to that spot—the one that had writhed in ecstasy expelling slime all morning.
Her asshole. He shoved a finger in and started stimulating it.
"Hngk♥?!"
Her anus, already developed by the slime, accepted the finger all too easily with a wet schlup♥, spreading wide.
Once tamed, the hole took it without resistance.
Memories of that morning's explosive expulsion pleasure flashed through her mind, electric ecstasy surging from her waist to her toes.
She jolted in shock, twisting to escape his hand, but Han Jin-seong thrust his finger deeper, blocking her resistance.
"P-Priest...! Hngh♥ O-Outside, people are... hiiik♥?! W-Wait, if you touch there... n-no...♥!"
Just one door away, the murmur of crowds buzzed.
That fact terrified her beyond measure... and yet, she couldn't believe how excited it made her.
"Saintess, we're in the middle of a massage—shh. You have to hold in the noises."
"—?!"
...Hold it in? This...?
Seriel's mind reeled.
Different from the morning's expulsion bliss—this was direct, blatant fingers scraping her inner walls.
To stifle the moans threatening to burst, she bit her lip hard.
But his finger didn't stop.
Squelch—♥ Schlurp—♥
"───♥♥?!!"
Han Jin-seong bent his finger, precisely targeting and pressing down on her sensitive inner wall before dragging. Her body—and ass—sprang up on tiptoes, unable to hold back.
"Hnnngh...♥ Mmm...♥ Nngha...♥!"
The stifled moans leaked through her lips despite her efforts. Seriel frantically clamped both hands over her mouth.
Her heart hammered wildly—what if someone heard?
But separate from the fear, deep in her ass, sparks of pleasure ignited uncontrollably.
The anxiety of getting caught, the depravity of her dirty hole being invaded again—it all amplified the ecstasy several times over.