The Saintess's Walk of Shame
Han Jin-seong walked side by side with Seriel, sticking close to her. A short distance away, the paladins stood guard, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
"Aigoo, Saintess! Thanks to your healing yesterday, I feel alive again. Thank you... thank you...."
Even for elderly folks or children who clearly posed no threat, they kept a close watch first. Only if nothing suspicious turned up did they allow approaches like this. Normally, even the frail or kids would have been blocked, but the saintess had personally asked them not to stop those coming to express gratitude.
"Ah... it's only natural. Hehe."
Just as the saintess took the old man's hand with a warm smile—a heartwarming moment that would make anyone grin—Han Jin-seong's hand moved from behind her.
Pat— pat—♥ A secret signal patting her ass over the cloak, so discreet no one would notice.
"Eut…♥!"
Her gentle smile froze for an instant. Her grip tightened on the old man's hand, cold sweat trickling down her spine. Her lower belly gurgled in spasms, her sphincter twitching wildly as the heavy load inside shifted.
Splrrt...♥ Blrp...♥
Staring into the old man's eyes, the saintess expelled thick semen into her panties with a vulgar squelch. Far more than before forced its way past her sphincter, soaking her panties and trickling stickily down her inner thighs in vivid sensation.
Seriel's legs trembled from the unrelenting urge to void, her vision swimming. Luckily, the crude fart noises drowned in the crowd's clamor drawn to see her.
Noticing her sudden pallor, the old man asked worriedly, "Saintess? Are you alright? Your face..."
"N-no... I'm fine. Just... a bit dizzy... hngh...♥"
Seriel barely managed the words, unable to lift her head. Her underwear was already drenched in his semen, the musky night-flower scent threatening to seep through her cloak—she was going mad.
It's... flowing out... ♥ Between my legs...♥*
She desperately held her smile, releasing the old man's hand. "Then... may the Goddess's grace be with you...♥"
"Yes, Saintess... please take care of yourself...."
On the way to the cathedral, amid stares from passersby, she struggled to maintain composure. Pretending nothing was wrong despite the sticky trickle down her inner thighs and the semen sloshing in her panties with every step was no easy feat.
Worrying when the next signal might come, all her nerves focused on her ass—then, without warning, his hand reached out again.
Pat—♥
Another light pat on her firm ass. But Seriel didn't stop walking. She kept moving her legs slowly, face nonchalant, clenching her anus to void the contents into her panties.
Prffft—♥ Prrft—♥
"Hngk...♥!"
The saintess felt a thrilling rush from shitting out semen while walking, her legs instinctively pressing together at the slick, sticky sensation between them. Humiliation burned her face at the crude fart sounds, but she couldn't stop. This was her promise and bet with Master.
Seriel even felt a twisted sense of depravity and accomplishment in voiding so casually without breaking stride. No one around would guess. That the revered saintess was farting filthily between her legs, shitting out semen in a steady stream.
She pressed on toward the cathedral, managing her expression as if nothing happened.
"Saintess. We're more than halfway to the cathedral... but aren't you being too cautious? At this rate, you won't empty it all by the time we arrive. Ahem."
His teasing whisper stung her pride. But a lewd thought flashed—losing and granting his wish wouldn't be so bad... She shook her head. She wanted to win. Claim her wish in this bet.
Then opportunity knocked. A crowd of those she'd healed swarmed for thanks. Amid the paladins controlling the chaos, she sensed it. He'd pat her ass now.
Pat—♥ Pat—♥
Her intuition was spot on. Seizing the crowd's noise, his hand boldly patted twice in succession.
"Hngh...♥ Ah...!"
Seriel staggered into his arms, pretending swept by the throng. Simultaneously, she relaxed her clenched sphincter.
Splrrt—♥ Prfft—♥ Blrrp—♥!
"──♥♥!!"
Like truly shitting, she voided the remaining thick semen nonstop from her rectum. Her panties sagged heavy, unable to contain it; sticky fluid trickled to her ankles. The unseen parts inside her saintess robes grew sodden with his mark.
Overwhelmed by the massive voiding pleasure and depravity, her body shuddered, vision flashing white.
"Hngg—♥♥!!"
A defecation orgasm from expelling semen. While paladins dispersed the crowd, she panted in his arms, legs too weak to stand.
"Haa... haa... M-Master... ♥ Now... almost... all... ♥"
That explosive voiding left little behind. Clutching his hem in shame, aware of her soaked thighs. Each step seemed to squelch her thigh flesh sticking and peeling with his semen.
As the area cleared, she straightened and resumed walking like nothing happened. But between her legs was a semen-soaked mess, her gait awkward. Even trails of semen dripped behind, leaving filthy streaks on the ground.
"Hmm... that last one was quite a lot."
"Eut...♥ Y-Yes...♥"
She averted her eyes shyly at his whisper, mumbling, "I-it's... for the bet... ♥"
Yes. All for the bet. A must-win wager on each other's wishes.
Seriel repeated it desperately to herself. That's why she suppressed shame each pat, shitting semen into her panties like actual waste.
But the saintess knew... that wasn't the whole reason. Farting crudely in secret while voiding semen into her panties felt so good. The vibration from his pats rippling through her ass flesh to her womb... an unbearable happiness.
"Now... Saintess. Almost there. So... let's make the finale fun, shall we?"
"…?"
That word "finale" unnerved her deeply. The Han Jin-seong she knew was gentle and kind, yet full of surprise ideas that shocked her.
So "fun" didn't sound light. Like that shamefully arousing clit-flick massage—still flushing her cheeks thinking of it. How had she endured such vulgarity...?
"Ah♥"
Seriel felt a sudden impulse for another clit-flick massage, her pussy dampening softly.
"Saintess. Get ready."
His kind warning gave prep time, heightening her anxiety as she obediently awaited his touch. The last one. Nail this voiding, and she wins the bet.
She focused every nerve on her ass. Nearly at the cathedral...
Pat—♥ Pat—♥
"Hnng♥"
The final signal. Seriel tensed her asshole to release what she'd held.
Just this voiding and...!
Flutter—
"Eh...?"
Suddenly, he flipped up her cloak. The warm, thick cover shielding her back vanished.
Her semen-soaked, stained, sagging panties from the weight; sticky trails down her thighs; even her puckered anus prepped for final voiding faintly visible through the fabric.
All her shame laid bare before the cathedral crowd and paladins.
And her ass... was fully ready to void semen.
"──♥♥!!!"
Prfffft—♥ Blrrrrp—♥ Prffft—♥
Vulgar, filthy farts echoed brazenly; semen shat from her asshole splattered her thighs, ankles, and the ground in a small puddle.
Too stunned to grasp it at first, Seriel soon flushed crimson, body quaking.
The cloak had dropped back, but the obscene voiding spectacle was undeniable.
Blood rushed to her face; shame spun her vision. Legs buckled, threatening collapse.
"Ah...... Aaah......!"
Seriel could only gape, face beet-red, lips trembling. Her body convulsed as if ill. Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks.
She lacked courage to face him. Just clutched her cloak hem, desperate to flee this nightmare.
What she'd just done... how she'd be seen now... her mind blanked white, thought impossible.