The Saintess Returns to the Lion's Den
The inside of the car heading toward the airport was thick with tension. Noa kept murmuring, “Will this really be okay?” over and over. Even though she had always been the cautious, suspicious type, she wasn’t doubting her Master. She was simply aware of the organization’s power. Master had assured us it would be fine, but if anything went wrong, both Noa and I would die. And our deaths would put Master in danger. Preventing that was my duty.
Yet no matter how much my body had been strengthened by becoming a Saintess, and no matter how much information I possessed, I couldn’t guarantee my survival. At this moment, the only path forward was to trust Master’s words and move.
……
The runway was deafening with the roar of engines and scorched by unrelenting sunlight, offering not a single patch of shade. In a secluded corner of that vast expanse, hidden from civilian eyes, sat a small private jet. As I walked slowly toward it, the cold clack of my heels was met by four or five sharp gazes locking onto my body.
“Check One. No Saintess reaction detected.”
“Check Two. All clear.”
A man and woman in black suits emerged from the shadows behind the jet. They approached with guns trained on me, one hand holding up a Saintess-detection radar. I carefully set the sealed mask case at my feet and raised both hands above my shoulders.
“Check Three. Still no Saintess reaction within five meters.”
“Check Four. Good to see you, Agent Isabelle Kang. This may be uncomfortable, but please bear with us for a moment.”
“…It’s fine. Standard procedure.”
Two more men had approached from behind without a sound. I felt the cold press of gun barrels against the back of my head. The agents were now close enough to touch. They raised their radars toward me. The closer the distance, the more precise the brainwave scan, so they had no choice but to approach this near. Even if I were discovered here, at this range I could kill all four without needing to fire a shot. The only threat was the hidden presence I still sensed—one sniper whose bullet would take my head off instantly.
I prepared myself. Behind me, I exhaled quietly while observing the two visibly nervous agents. They looked like rookies with barely a year of experience. I was sorry, but it couldn’t be helped. For Master’s safety.
Beep—
The radar finally emitted its confirmation tone. I closed my eyes tightly as the cold device pressed against the back of my skull.
“…Check Four. No Saintess reaction. Apologies for the inconvenience.”
“…Haa.”
I let out a sigh before I could stop myself. To think I had grown tense during a procedure I had undergone dozens of times on missions.
“Haha, thank you for your hard work, Agent.”
Only then did the agents lower their weapons with friendly smiles and begin moving in perfect coordination. The two rookies carried the sealed mask case into the cargo hold, while the highest-ranking agent—the one wearing sunglasses—cracked lame jokes as he guided me toward the jet.
“By the way, you were incredibly lucky. A mask with neither Master nor Saintess. I bet you actually got to enjoy your vacation this time. How was it?”
“…Nothing special. That’s all.”
I ignored the chattering agent, removed my equipped weapons, stored them in the locker, and boarded the plane. Inside the cramped cabin, agents sat with various expressions—each had barely survived their own deadly missions. Some stared into space with dark faces, endlessly drinking. Medical teams hurried up and down the aisle.
“I’m sorry you have to see this, Agent, but this was the only remaining flight. On top of that, the British Branch Director urgently requested your presence, so we couldn’t delay.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The miserable sight of the cabin—filled with agents returning from other countries—made the sunglassed agent sigh and adjust his shades. I ignored him and found an empty seat. Something felt strange.
I had encountered agents returning from operations many times before. Some burned with fierce vengeance against Saintesses. Others had been forced to kill their own Masters with their own hands. I had met people of every race and background, each carrying their own tragedies, and every time I had hated the world that birthed the masks.
Why must innocent people lose those they cherish? Why must they fight while bearing such wounds?
When I was still human, I had asked myself that question again and again, searching for an answer I could never find. Because that answer could only be understood after becoming a Saintess.
Now I knew it clearly. These people were not comrades who shared sorrow. They were enemies that had to be broken without mercy. The way Saintesses displayed intense aggression toward others, the way they tried to turn beautiful women into fellow Saintesses—all of it was instinct. The instinct of Saintesses who moved solely for their Master.
Having become a Saintess, I now understood upon seeing this scene. The justice the organization had taught me was now fake. Those I once thought of as comrades who shared the same pain had become loathsome enemies. And I wanted to share the joy of serving Master with the family I held more precious than anything. I even felt deep resentment toward the human Isabelle who had once resisted Master.
But I saw this as another opportunity. This time, I would seize true meaning and happiness. My Master was special. Despite crossing the Lifeline, he retained his body and personality without any abnormality—an unbelievable strength of will. He was a transcendent being who had manifested dozens of anomalies never seen in the organization’s data. A great existence that defied all theory.
If he became our leader, the meaningless suffering caused by masks might disappear. Before my Master, the power of other masks and their owners would be meaningless. Ordinary human women would come to know a new kind of joy. The peace that the human Isabelle and the organization had so desperately desired would be realized by Master’s hand.
“…Nngh…♡”
Feeling something wet, I reached down and stroked between my legs. My fingers came away slick, sticky strands of fluid stretching between them. Just from imagining it…♡ Making sure the other agents in the cabin wouldn’t notice, I licked the mucus-covered fingers clean and gazed out the window. This happiness was something I could never have imagined as a human. Surely Noa, the other Saintesses of Master I had yet to meet, and my new sisters felt the same bliss.
Breathing roughly, I stared at my fingers and thought of Master. Master’s cock… his dick…♡
“Haa… slurp, Master…♡”
I whispered his name so softly it was lost beneath the noisy cabin. The more I called him, the hotter and itchier the inside of my belly grew. My reflection in the window showed a face flushed crimson, eyes gleaming with a faint jade light. As I crossed my legs and continued fantasizing about Master, a voice rang through the noisy cabin.
"We will now depart for the British headquarters. The flight is expected to take approximately twelve hours. Injured personnel and those on standby will receive full support from the British Branch. Please rest sufficiently before returning to duty. Thank you for your hard work on this mission. If you need anything, please inform the crew at any time."
“…Slurp.”
I licked the fluid off the back of my hand and regained my composure. From now on, I would set aside personal feelings. Everything was for my Master.
The plane rattled slightly as it began to lift off, pressing my body back into the seat. From this moment forward, I had to infiltrate the enemy’s headquarters and pretend to be human for Master’s sake. And…
“I’ll be there soon, Luna.”
After leaving the bustling airport crowded with tourists and foreigners, I looked around to find a landscape completely different from Korea. This was my homeland, Britain—a land I had never wanted to set foot on again. I had once avoided it because of the grief of losing my birth parents and adoptive father here. But now, it was simply because Master was not on this soil.
It had only been half a day since I last heard his voice, yet I missed him so much…
“…Agent Isabelle Kang? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Ah, no. I was just thinking about something… More importantly, the detailed scan?”
“Ah, yes. We’ll conduct it right away. Excuse me for a moment.”
After exiting the airport and boarding the inspection bus, I saw numerous agents in full alert watching me. Among them, a man in a medical coat approached, pulling out various devices attached to a high-precision brainwave scanner.
Unlike the portable radar, this device boasted far superior performance. I thought I might finally be caught this time, but—
“Yes, no abnormalities detected. Welcome back safely, Agent Isabelle.”
The inspection ended far more anticlimactically than before. I watched the doctor peel the scanning patch from the back of my neck and sit down, then stepped off the bus again. Master had explained that we were different from other Saintesses, but how was this possible? The organization’s equipment was state-of-the-art, the pinnacle of human science created by brilliant researchers. The technology I had once trusted—the same technology that had protected the organization for decades—was being bypassed so easily.
Were the Saintesses created by my Master truly that different? Yet aside from feeling physically healthier, I couldn’t sense any major changes. I clenched and unclenched my fist repeatedly, staring down at my body as I searched for differences.
Beep—!
A car parked in front of me honked its horn. Was it sent by the organization? I approached the stopped vehicle while dragging the equipment case. The rear door opened with a click, and a woman in a black nun’s habit stepped out.
“Thank you so much for the ride.”
“Not at all. It was Sister’s request.”
The nun gave a bright smile and thanked the driver who had given her a lift, then approached me with graceful, refined movements and took my hand.
“Father who watches over my brothers and sisters today as well, I thank you…”
With a serene voice, she closed her eyes gently, clasped her hands, and prayed. A Saintess. Beautiful ash-gray hair hidden beneath a fine veil, a cross necklace around her neck. She slowly opened eyes that radiated gentleness and benevolence. Beneath her straight nose, her cat-like lips curved into a smile, and then—
“…Isabelle, I’m so glad you’re… whoa—?!”
“Luna?!”
She hopped in place with joy, then tripped over her own feet and collapsed right there. Fortunately, I caught her before her face could kiss the ground. My sister looked up at me with a loose, goofy smile, hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear.
“I’m so relieved you came back safely…”
She was kind, gentle, and warm. After my adoptive father passed and I thought I had been left alone again, she had become a ray of light for me—my big sister. A bit clumsy, prone to mistakes, yet through sincerity and effort alone she had become a nun in the organization and followed me. She showed compassion to everyone and possessed a purity untainted by filth. I embraced her with a smile I couldn’t suppress and whispered back.
“…I missed you so much too… heh, hehe…♡”
Her body was so lewd it was hard to believe she served God. The large breasts pressing against my chest, the wide hips, and the ass that radiated presence even beneath the nun’s habit. She definitely possessed a body that could please Master.
“…Thank you, Luna.”
“Hehe, what’s wrong~? Was the mission hard? Come on, dinner’s not ready yet, right?”
Without understanding the true meaning behind my gratitude, Luna grabbed my hand with an innocent smile and pulled me along. I licked my lips secretly while watching her, already plotting how to offer her to Master. My body trembled with a light orgasm at the thought.