The Saintess Who Is Shared (2)
The chill ran down her spine.
No… it can’t be…
She wanted to believe it wasn’t true, but the way those soldiers stared at her with such sticky, hungry eyes… it seemed there was no denying it.
…
She had never felt this miserable before.
Even as the Hero kneaded her entire body from behind, the only thing she could feel was pure terror at the thought of being violated by men whose names she didn’t even know.
“H-Hero, sir. Hehe. When are you going to…”
One of the soldiers looked at the Hero as if he could no longer hold back.
“There’s still an order to things.”
Zarco grinned wickedly as he grabbed the Saintess by the thighs and lifted her up. The soldiers immediately swarmed forward like starving dogs toward the Saintess’s exposed sex, eager for their turn.
“Never seen a pussy this pretty before in my life.”
“Yeah, sorry to Rillen, but… damn, how can it look this beautiful?”
The soldiers leaned in between the Saintess’s legs as if sniffing her, their tongues flicking out obscenely, getting dangerously close.
“…Put me down.”
“Why? Weren’t you begging me to finish quickly?”
…
She twisted her body, but Zarco’s thick arms didn’t budge.
“You… you’re insane.”
“This is because you didn’t show up yesterday.”
Zarco tilted his head with mock sympathy.
“Rillen took care of everyone in your place. For hours.”
“…So you’re saying it’s my fault? When you’re the one who started all this?”
“That’s right. But it’s still wrong. At least while I’m the Hero.”
“You’re not the Hero.”
“Still, I’m the only one who can kill the Demon King.”
Zarco grabbed the Saintess by the chin and whispered into her ear.
“Just cooperate, Saintess.”
…
Without waiting for her answer, the Hero thrust his hips forward, aligning himself with her entrance. Then, as if showing off to the soldiers, he displayed the sight of his cock slowly sinking into the Saintess’s pussy.
She hung her head, hiding her expression.
The overwhelming humiliation and shame that wrapped around her entire body somehow allowed her to endure even the Hero’s cock—the one that had always forced her to pant and moan.
But—
Squelch. Squelch.
Her sex, which had already taken him many times before, betrayed her the moment he entered, shamefully dripping with arousal.
As the crude, wet sounds filled the room, the soldiers watched the Hero thrust into the Saintess and felt like they might cum without even touching themselves.
Just hold on a little longer. Just a little. Fuck, I’m losing my mind.
The Hero faithfully followed the Saintess’s earlier words.
There were no playful teases, no checking her reactions. He moved with the single-minded purpose of finishing quickly, as if this were nothing more than a warm-up before the main event. Even so, it was difficult for the Saintess to keep her face expressionless while holding back her moans.
Throb.
When the Hero’s cock twitched violently inside her lower belly, Ceres closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the reality she was about to face, and accepted his load.
…
“See? That didn’t take long, did it?”
The Hero’s cock, now slightly softened, slipped out from between the Saintess’s legs. But it quickly grew hard again—most likely because of the show that was about to begin.
When Zarco finally set Ceres down, her legs trembled so badly from the short but intense insertion that she collapsed onto the floor.
“M-Me next! Hero, sir…!”
“…Yeah.”
Zarco walked slowly toward the single chair in the command room—his personal viewing seat.
“Looks like the Saintess really enjoys lewd things.”
He twirled his hand in a mocking gesture, clearly still holding a grudge because she hadn’t come to the command room yesterday and had gone to Grahn instead.
Right. This is just him taking out his frustration.
After being treated like this, Zarco was no longer a Hero or anything else in Ceres’s eyes.
He was just a spoiled child wearing a Hero’s crown. An unpleasant one, at that.
That was all.
Two soldiers, already stroking their glistening cocks, slowly approached Ceres.
Grahn… it looks like it won’t work after all.
She didn’t want to show these men anything.
She simply hated this situation and these soldiers.
She made up her mind to endure the night in silence, holding back everything she possibly could.
“Hehe, hehet. Saintess, ma’am.”
The middle-aged soldier’s rough hands slowly spread Ceres’s thighs apart.
“Huff… huff…”
Yujin, who had been on night watch, hurried up the stairs.
“It can’t be over yet, right? Damn it…”
Panting heavily, he flung open the door to the command room. A wave of heat and moisture slammed into his face.
Then came the thick scent of semen that stung his nose.
He frowned slightly and opened his eyes. There, lying on her back and gasping for breath, was the Saintess—completely naked, her thighs soaked with cum that flowed endlessly from between her legs.
“Huk.”
Beside her lay his seniors, bodies drenched in sweat. Despite the beautiful naked woman before them, their cocks hung limp and spent, evidence of how many times they must have cum.
“Oh… you’re here.”
“Senior…?”
It hadn’t been that long since he last saw them, but both men looked utterly exhausted, as if they had been drained to the bone.
The middle-aged soldier in particular looked almost like an old man, having clearly overexerted himself.
“H-How many times did you…?”
“I don’t know. Once I got a taste, I couldn’t stop…”
“Damn it, I don’t even have the strength to stand.”
Yujin approached Ceres carefully. She was lying face down, her body trembling irregularly.
Just how many men had she taken? Her once beautiful pink pussy remained slightly open, unable to close.
“Sigh… this is…”
“What? You don’t want to do it?”
“It’s not that.”
Yujin quickly stripped off his clothes and looked around. The Hero was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s the Hero?”
“No idea. He disappeared a while ago.”
“Honestly, it’s a bit uncomfortable when he’s watching.”
“You idiot. We’re only getting to taste the Saintess thanks to the Hero.”
“That’s true. Hehe.”
Yujin climbed on top of the limp Ceres and thrust his cock into her lower belly once more.
“Ah, ugh… the stuff still inside… it feels gross when it touches.”
“Then stop, dumbass. I’ll go again.”
“No!”
Yujin hurriedly began moving his hips.
Ceres showed no reaction at all, yet her body still shook in time with his movements. For the men watching, that was more than enough.
“Why are you just watching from out there?”
Outside the window, Lilias approached Zarco as he stared at Ceres, who had been thrown naked to the beasts.
“Aren’t you going inside today?”
“…I was thinking. If Dain saw her like this right now, would he fall into despair?”
“Ah. Should I call him over?”
“No.”
Zarco gave a crooked smile.
“She resisted me, you know.”
“The Saintess did?”
“Yeah. Hehe.”
“Then… is this her punishment?”
“Who knows? It’s not exactly a punishment. It’s just…”
Zarco scratched his chin.
“I just got curious.”
“About what?”
“I can still love Ceres even when she looks like that.”
“Hehe, so you’re wondering if Dain could do the same?”
“That too, a little.”
“But you started this because you know Dain won’t be able to endure it, right?”
“That’s also true. Hahaha.”
Inside the command room, Yujin had buried himself deep between Ceres’s ass cheeks and was shuddering violently.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing Dain’s face after he sees Ceres like this.”
“Hehe, now I’m curious too.”
In the morning, Dain was inspecting his equipment in his room when he perked up at the sound of footsteps stopping in front of his door.
Click. Click.
He hadn’t locked the door, but the stranger outside couldn’t seem to open it.
“Who is it?”
“Ah… uh?”
When he opened the door, he found the mage Gerta looking up at him.
“Oh? Isn’t this my room?”
“…It’s my room.”
“Huh?”
Gerta looked at the other doors along the hallway, then suddenly gasped.
“Ah!”
Her face turned bright red as she finally remembered which room was hers.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. You’re still not used to it yet, right?”
They had returned together via the magic circle from the main army, but they had never really spoken to each other.
After the misunderstanding caused by Lilias, he had been reluctant to talk to any woman other than Ceres in front of her.
“Well then.”
Gerta bowed her head in greeting and was about to close the door when she suddenly turned back and stared straight at Dain.
“Um… are you the same age as the Hero?”
“Hm? Yes.”
“Ah, that’s a relief. There aren’t many people my age around here.”
“Hm? How old are you?”
“I’m twenty.”
“Oh, they did say you were a genius, a prodigy. That’s impressive at such a young age.”
“Please speak comfortably with me!”
“Haha, I’m a bit awkward when it comes to talking with women…”
It wasn’t that he was bad at it, but after Ceres had kissed him yesterday, he didn’t want to leave any room for misunderstandings.
“You’re looking for someone to talk to, right?”
Gerta nodded shyly.
Lilias was someone Gerta would find difficult to call a senior, and among the women Dain knew who were close to his age, there were only Rillen and Ceres. If he had to pick someone who might get along with Gerta, it would be Ceres rather than the overly cheerful Rillen.
“What about Ceres? I think you two would get along well.”
“Ah, I couldn’t find where the Saintess is.”
“Hm? She’s not in her room?”
“No.”
Well, as usual, she was probably wandering around looking for something useful she could do.
“Still, if you walk around the outpost, you’ll probably run into her.”
“Do you think so?”
“Yes. If you see her, go ahead and talk to her. Ceres will like that.”
…
Gerta stared at Dain intently.
“Do you like the Saintess?”
“Pffft!”
Cough, cough.
The sudden question made him choke.
“Kuh, ah, no, I don’t.”
“You clearly do. The moment the Saintess’s name came up, your expression completely changed.”
Just like Rillen, Gerta had noticed immediately. He thought he had been hiding it well, but apparently it was obvious to everyone around him.
“…It’s not like that, but please don’t go around saying things like that.”
“Hehet.”
All he could do was hope that Gerta wasn’t the type to gossip.
“It’s true, right? Right?”
“I said it’s not…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
Even as he continued to deny it, he eventually managed to send the persistently clinging Gerta away.
“Ah, where could the Saintess be?”
Having found something interesting to talk about, Gerta was eager to have a conversation with the Saintess.
Dain seemed like a good person, and the two of them looked surprisingly well-matched in appearance.
It’s clear. Dain definitely likes the Saintess.
The thought of playing matchmaker between the two of them and helping them get closer felt like she had finally found a worthwhile hobby in this dreary outpost life.
I thought I’d already searched every place a person could go.
Before she knew it, Gerta had wandered up to the quieter upper section of the outpost.
From behind one of the yet-to-be-finished buildings up ahead, she sensed the presence of people.
“Ugh! Hngh!”
A strange, low groan from a man.
As Gerta quietly approached, the rustling of clothes grew louder along with the voice.
Are they training?
She carefully peeked her head out and looked into the gap between the building and the grassy hill.
There, at the source of the flesh-slapping sounds, was a man and a woman entangled together.
The sheer shock made Gerta instinctively cover her mouth.
After confirming the woman’s face again, she felt a storm of confusion—and then discomfort as she thought of the man who loved that woman now accepting another man in front of her.