The Tinkle of Confidence Behind the Sense of Loss
As I stepped through the automatic doors etched with the exact same phrase as the black card in my wallet, a painfully familiar face greeted me. It was Haemi’s mother—same features as her daughter, yet more mature, radiating an easy confidence as she smiled brightly. This was the motel she ran. I had no idea it was this close to the school.
“Who are you with? Haemi? Or another girl? If you’re fine with it, I wouldn’t mind joining… Wait. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
“.....”
The mother, who had been leaning out from behind the narrow counter and waving, froze mid-gesture. She took in my pitch-black suit and the faint redness around my eyes, reading the heavy atmosphere at once. When she asked carefully, I answered by shifting my body slightly to the side, revealing Noa standing blankly behind me with the mask on.
“...I had a friend I’ve known since we were kids. She died. We’re coming back from the funeral.”
“Then this girl…”
She pressed her lips together tightly and glanced at Noa. Clicking her tongue as if she’d pieced it together, the mother gave a bitter smile.
“I see. Doesn’t look like the kind of mood where I should butt in. You have the card, right? Use it however you like. If you feel like coming down later, do it. Call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you…”
I bowed politely, gave Noa a small nod, and stepped into the elevator. The ride up—second floor, fourth floor, all the way to the top—was oppressively quiet. A small, elegant chime announced our arrival. I took Noa’s hand and led her into room 402 on the right side of the hallway.
In the center of the luxurious black-and-white room, I dropped heavily onto the wide white bedsheet.
“.............”
I looked up at Noa standing rigidly at attention before me.
“...Lift your skirt.”
“..........”
I shoved the bag into the corner of the bed and issued the command to the motionless girl standing in front of me. With a slow swish—half a beat behind the order—Noa began to raise her black suit skirt. Beneath it, stockings a shade lighter than the skirt sheathed her pale, slender legs, and through their sheer fabric, black lace panties peeked through.
When I reached out and stroked the fabric over her crotch, warm body heat bled through. The stockings felt soft and slick under my fingers; the longer I rubbed, the hotter my fingertips grew. With my other hand I hooked the edge and tore the nylon apart with a sharp rip. The moment my fingers returned to the black cloth now exposed, I felt scalding wetness radiating from it.
“Push your hips forward more. Make it easier for me to touch.”
“..........”
Noa obeyed a fraction of a second late, thrusting her pelvis toward me. Her reactions were already quicker than before. I glanced up at the masked girl, then returned my attention to the glistening slit before my eyes.
I slid the black lace aside. The slick, glistening cleft opened fully. When I used my fingers to part the tightly closed folds, the membrane inside still carried a faint pink hue, shining wetly. The vaginal entrance beaded with dew-like nectar, the clitoris standing stiff from the cold air, even the twitching urethra—every part of her womanhood was on display as I teased the hole that was slowly turning her into the monster she once loathed.
“.........”
The instant I spread the gathered juices in wide strokes, Noa’s hips jerked violently. It felt different from the other Saintesses. None of them had shown any visible reaction, yet this much made her waist twitch? Now that I thought about it, even though considerable time had passed since the mask went on, the color of her inner walls hadn’t changed. When Haemi wore the mask, her mucous membranes had turned a deep jade almost instantly—tongue, mouth, everything inside. So why was Noa’s transformation so slow…?
“...Are you resisting on purpose?”
Only when I lifted my head did I notice the trembling I had missed before. It was faint, but her whole body was shaking pitifully, like someone clinging to the edge of a cliff with one hand.
“So you can resist. Ha… So you still want to stay human, huh?”
This woman and Isabel—because of their clumsy handling, Jaehyuk had died. The fact that she had never once apologized or taken responsibility, yet still desperately clung to her humanity, filled me with disgust. I decided to stomp on the fingers still frantically gripping the edge of that cliff.
“Spread your legs wide.”
“............”
Still clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands, Noa opened her legs. Between them, the droplet of love juice that had formed a thin string finally broke and fell to the floor. Following that transparent trail, I ran my fingers upward and thrust them inside her without hesitation.
Her hole was so tight that even two fingers—middle and ring—met resistance. Inside the scorching heat, slippery walls of flesh coiled around my digits. “Not as much of a slut as your looks suggested, huh?”
Despite her frivolous appearance, her pussy squeezed with surprising maturity as I stirred my fingers. Lewd wet sounds filled the spacious room—obscene squelches and slurps—as I explored every fold of the membrane clinging to my fingers. All the while I watched Noa’s reactions closely, noting every twitch of her body, whether from pain or pleasure, and when I pressed firmly on the ridged spot inside—
Psh♡
“.........Eut......”
Noa’s entire frame convulsed hard, then went rigid for a brief instant. Her pussy clamped down adorably around my fingers while she let out that cute little sound. Found it. I pressed the spot again and began pumping my hand rapidly.
“..............”
The watery sounds, once airy, gradually turned into heavy, slapping splashes. What had merely trickled along my fingers now soaked all the way to my wrist. The longer I kept fucking her with my hand, the more her trembling hips began to spasm in short, sharp bursts. I kept moving, milking more fluid from her, then suddenly yanked my fingers free.
Splash──!!
“................................”
Noa’s pussy convulsed violently, spraying clear fluid in a wide arc. The gushing squirt left dark stains across the floor. Her twitching body and the gaping, drooling hole seemed to beg for something thicker.
If that’s what you want.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and my cramped cock sprang into the cool air. Setting aside the momentary relief, I grabbed Noa’s hips—she was still holding her legs obscenely open—and rubbed my glans against her soaked entrance. Her pussy hadn’t fully transformed into a Saintess’s yet, but after this much preparation, forcing my way in shouldn’t be a problem. I gripped her waist, preparing to yank her down with all my strength.
“......”
“What the…”
I could have forced her if I wanted. But the faint resistance still lingering in her hips made me look up.
“............”
Even with the mask on, breathing silently, Noa was pouring every last ounce of strength into her core. It was as if she were declaring this one thing she would not allow, that it could never be undone. A final, desperate struggle from someone cornered with nowhere left to run.
I stared at her for a moment—her frantic resistance, her desire to remain human—then slowly released her waist. Jaehyuk had been the same. So had I. He must have wanted to live. I had wanted to stay human too. We had struggled desperately, but everything had turned to ash.
“Lower your hips yourself.”
“.......................”
At the unexpected command, Noa’s shoulders jerked. Her hips began to descend slowly. The instinct to resist, lifting her waist again and again, warred with the Saintess’s compulsion to obey. In the end, the trembling pussy that had been biting my glans sank lower, swallowing my cock inch by inch.
The glans reached the deepest part of her narrow, burning passage. My cock finally knocked against the bouncy entrance to her womb. The pussy that had gulped me down with a wet squelch began to convulse violently, squeezing hard.
“.............”
Inside the wriggling, faintly vibrating tunnel, my cock and balls were drenched in her juices that dripped steadily. By the time the vibration finally subsided, the mask fell from her face onto my chest with a soft thud.
“...How does it feel? Ah, right—you still can’t speak.”
“.............”
Noa’s face was revealed at last. Her hollow eyes sparkled with jade light, her expression completely blank. I lifted the body that had been human only moments before its final transformation into a Saintess and began to move my hips. The wet slapping sounds grew louder, and inside her pussy I felt textures I hadn’t noticed right after penetration—pleasure wrapped around me like silk.
One by one, thin living tentacles coiled around my shaft like octopus arms. The rest emerged from the edges of her folds and stroked my balls with tongue-like caresses. The body of the girl who had hated becoming a Saintess more than anyone was now serving me more obscenely than any Saintess before her. I wrapped one arm tightly around her and grabbed a fistful of her black hair, forcing her face into view.
“..........”
Even as I pounded her pussy with brutal force, Noa’s jade eyes remained empty, watching nothing. The slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth was a completely emotionless, hollow smile. I gripped her chin, pried her mouth open, and saw that her tongue and inner cheeks had also turned jade, glistening with saliva. The ceiling light made her tongue sparkle, the piercing at its center catching the glow.
I stole her lips and tangled our tongues together. The blunt, foreign sensation against my own tongue. The soft, wet heat. Slurp… suck, slurp…
The satisfaction of violating her mixed with the kiss, sending my mind floating. By the time both our mouths were a sloppy mess of mixed saliva, the tentacles around my cock tightened demandingly. I was already close. I laid Noa down on the bed and slammed into her with savage force.
Flesh slapped wetly against flesh. Without any order from me, Noa wrapped her legs around my waist. I bit down on her tongue, buried myself as deep as possible, and poured my seed straight into her womb.
Gush. Gush.
The ecstasy of cum surging through my urethra matched the way Noa’s lower belly twitched upward. The more semen I pumped into her, the tighter her stocking-clad legs squeezed around my waist. When my orgasm finally ebbed, I looked down at those legs that still refused to let go. I frowned as sweat dripped into my eye, and when I raised my head again, blue light was staring back at me.
Those blue lights rose. Two limp hands cupped my head, pulled me down, and stole my lips.
Sluuurp… suck… haaum…
The light, gentle kiss naturally deepened into a tangle of tongues. After the short but intense kiss ended, the once-still blue gaze finally spoke, voice trembling with pleasure.
“Haa… hat♡ M-Master…♡”