Infiltration
"Dieeeee!"
The girl who had been flaunting her beautiful figure and radiating fresh, youthful charm had transformed into a ferocious beast.
As usual, after finishing my brutal sparring session with Alissa, I showered and was heading to the classroom for the next class.
While walking, I caught sight of the Holy Church's branch building far in the distance through the window.
Now that I think about it, it's been quite a while since I last saw the Saintess.
Since I'd grown stronger and no longer fainted, I didn't have any reason to visit the recovery room anymore. Losing consciousness was hardly a good thing, so it was something I should welcome, but the one downside was that I couldn't see the Saintess. I missed those captivating, enormous breasts of hers.
"Luan."
Back in the first semester, she used to press her chest against me as a way to keep me in line, but I wondered why she'd been so quiet lately. Was she no longer going to offer them up?
"Luan!"
I must have been really desperate for breasts if I was even starting to hear auditory hallucinations. That distinctive high-pitched voice tickled my ears.
"Don't ignore me!!"
"...Huh?"
It wasn't a hallucination. I turned toward the shout coming from right in front of me and spotted the Saintess. She stood with her hands on her hips, huffing with indignation.
"Are you deliberately ignoring me right now?"
"No, Saintess? What are you doing here?"
"I'm obviously here to see you! Just what were you thinking that you didn't even notice me calling you from right under your nose?"
Seeing her cute face scrunch up even more to emphasize her anger, I gave an honest, one-hundred-percent sincere answer.
"I was thinking about you, Saintess."
"...Eh? Me?"
"Yes. I was thinking about you."
"R-really?"
"Really. It's been a while since I last saw you, so..."
"I-I see..."
She seemed pleased that I'd been missing her, as a shy smile spread across her face. I added another comment.
"I was wondering if you weren't going to let me touch your breasts again."
"...That again? You pervert!"
The Saintess's fist pounded against my chest. If it had been in the past, I would have felt the breath knocked out of me even from that much, but perhaps because I'd grown so much, it didn't affect me at all. That meant my mouth wasn't restrained either.
"You're the one who made me this way, Saintess."
"What? What did I do?!"
"Are you asking because you don't know? You thrust your chest out telling me to touch it, you pressed yourself against me in skinship while telling me not to think about other women's breasts, and even when I fainted and woke up, you knew I was looking at your chest but deliberately put it in front of me. How could I possibly stay normal after all that?"
"What? N-no, that's..."
"Take responsibility! Take responsibility for turning me into an idiot who only knows breasts! Give me your breasts!"
I demanded boldly. Humans are strange creatures; if you come at them with such audacity and reverse the blame, they sometimes get so flustered they just go along with it. It seemed the Saintess was the same, as she began to bring her breasts toward my outstretched hand.
In that tense moment, unfortunately, just before her breasts reached my hand, the Saintess came to her senses.
"Hah! W-what are you doing! How is that my responsibility!"
"Ah, so that doesn't work."
"You were trying to trick me just now! How shameless!"
"But it's not exactly wrong, is it? At the very least, it's because of you, Saintess, that I've come to like breasts even more."
See, even now my eyes were glued to her chest. When I stared intently at her enormous breasts, the Saintess covered them with her arms, then let out a small exclamation as if a good idea had come to her. She lowered her hands and cupped her own massive breasts.
"Do you want to touch them?"
"Yes."
"That was a quick answer. Then grant me one request. If you do, I'll let you touch them."
"...Really?"
"That's right! A saintess doesn't lie!"
The Saintess struck her signature pose. Looking at the protruding breasts thrust before my eyes, I nodded without a moment's hesitation.
"Understood."
"You're not even going to ask what it is?"
"Would the Saintess make a strange request? But what is the request?"
When I asked belatedly, the Saintess sighed as if exasperated, then cleared her throat and spoke.
"Ahem! Do you remember what happened at the party last weekend?"
"Are you talking about Scadia's incident? I heard the culprits were handed over to the Church. Did you find out anything?"
"That's right. The drug they used was manufactured by the Dark Cult. The problem is that the academy was involved in its distribution. So we've decided to investigate."
"That's a big deal."
I didn't expect it to surface so soon. It seems the incident with Scadia caused a butterfly effect. In the game, during the Dark Cult's invasion, some students carried out a diversionary tactic that accelerated the chaos. However, the focus at the time was on the Apostles and others, so I didn't know exactly who it was. Probably one of the distributors was among them.
"Anyway! I'd like you to help with that investigation, Luan. Is that okay?"
"Why me of all people? Aren't there others?"
When I said "others," I was referring to only one person—Abel. From what I heard at the entrance ceremony, contact had already been made, and they even assigned paladins as escorts. It seemed they had realized his importance long ago, so I couldn't understand why they weren't asking Abel for help. Or perhaps they hadn't obtained the information that he would become the hero in the future?
"Hmm... it's hard to explain, but there wasn't anyone suitable."
"Saintess. Don't you have any friends?"
"I do have friends! Anyway, just know that. Starting tomorrow, we'll disguise ourselves and go investigate under the pretense of observing classes. Got it?"
"Understood. But before that, could you give me a little preview?"
"A preview?"
"Yes. That way I'll be more motivated."
Seeming not to understand, I gave her a hint by looking at her chest. The Saintess followed my gaze to her own breasts, her face turning bright red before she drove her fist into my solar plexus.
As expected, the Saintess's punch was powerful. Even my durability stat, trained through Alissa's beatings, couldn't handle it. I fell to my knees from the dizzying pain.
"Ugh! Isn't that a bit too much?"
"Too much? What's too much! If you keep this up, I'll tell His Holiness the Pope that you sexually harassed me!"
"Wait, how badly did I do for you to bring up His Holiness the Pope? Isn't that overkill?"
"It's not overkill at all! How dare you covet a saintess's breasts. You shall receive your punishment!"
The Saintess's momentum was like an impregnable fortress. With an attitude that absolutely wouldn't yield, I decided to give up on getting a preview of her breasts.
"Sigh, fine. But you will keep your promise properly, right? When the time comes, you'll give me your breasts?"
"I know! More importantly, the next class is about to start, so you should go. You can't be late, right?"
"I'm a good-for-nothing, so it's fine."
"No backtalk! Go quickly!"
When I didn't budge, she forcibly pushed me from behind. That's when we reached the crossroads.
"...Just this once."
The Saintess suddenly whispered that, then hugged my waist and firmly pressed her ample breasts against my back before running away as if her tail was on fire. I stroked my back, savoring the heavenly sensation clearly imprinted in my mind.
"She's crazy, isn't she?"
I absolutely had to root out the Dark Cult. I was looking forward to what it would feel like to grab those breasts directly with my hands.
4:10 PM. After classes ended, I went to the recovery room where the Saintess handed me the disguise tools, and I entered an empty ward.
"I didn't expect to use something like this."
What I held in my hands were magic lenses and hair dye. Created with magic, they could change eye and hair color with simple usage. When I pressed the button after applying the dye to my hair, colorful smoke burst out instantly, turning my black hair golden. After that, I put on the blue lenses and glasses, and my impression changed completely. At this level, even if I returned to the classroom right now, most of my classmates probably wouldn't recognize me.
"Good. That's it."
After checking myself in the mirror, I changed my name tag last and left the ward. The hallway was still empty, with no sign of the Saintess.
"By the way, since it's observation, will the Saintess also wear the school uniform?"
Imagining her, who always wore a nun's habit that covered her entire body without any exposure, in the academy uniform made it hard to contain my excitement. After waiting with anticipation for a bit, the door to the adjacent ward opened and the Saintess appeared.
"Did you wait long?"
Black hair and red eyes. The color scheme reminiscent of a vampire emphasized her mature charm. It was a different appeal from usual. However, since her facial features themselves hadn't changed, the shock wasn't that great. The surprising part came next.
When I barely managed to tear my eyes from her face, I saw her wearing a white shirt and vest. Her breasts, which looked even larger today, were stretching the shirt's buttons to the point they seemed about to burst.
Unfortunately, since her underwear was also white, the gap didn't stand out much.
No, actually that's better.
Thinking again, other guys would see it too, so this was preferable. I lingered there for a while. Though in real time it was only a few seconds, in my extremely accelerated mental world, it felt like hundreds of hours. Having recorded every detail of her appearance in my mind during that time, I moved my gaze downward.
From the shirt expanded to its limit, it drew a sharp curve that emphasized her slender waist before the curve flared out dramatically from her hips again. Below the short skirt, her plump lower body was exposed.
Whoa!
But I wasn't just admiring that. What I focused on was her thighs. The prominent flesh between the stockings and skirt boasted incredible destructive power. I wanted to gently knead it with my hands, then lick it with my tongue all the way up and explore under her skirt.
"Oh..."
I couldn't even speak. No matter where I looked, everything was so attractive that just focusing on appreciating the view kept me busy. Seeming to feel embarrassed by my blatant gaze, the Saintess blushed and used her hands to cover her thighs and chest.
"S-stop staring and let's go already! We don't have much time!"
"Huh?"
"Did you forget? We have to investigate! Get a hold of yourself!"
"Ah..."
After her repeated scolding, I finally recalled our original purpose and reluctantly returned my lingering gaze to her face.
"You look sexy dressed like that."
"Eep! D-don't say weird things. How do the other students wear this? There's too much exposure, it's uncomfortable to move. Should I suggest to the headmaster that we reduce the exposure..."
My face, which had been happily ogling the Saintess, hardened at her last comment.
What? Reduce the exposure?
If it was another student's suggestion, maybe not, but coming from the Saintess, there was a chance it would be accepted. I immediately voiced strong opposition.
"You can't! That would be trampling on the hopes of all the male students!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You absolutely must not make that suggestion. There might be a rebellion."
"A rebellion? Over just this?"
"It's not 'just' anything! It's a very important matter."
When I maintained a stubborn attitude with no room for compromise, the Saintess nodded compliantly with a fed-up expression.
"O-okay. I was just saying."
"That's a relief. Let's stop the chit-chat and get moving. We don't have time."
I turned and led the way to the small auditorium. From behind me came a small, discontented voice.
"Tsk! He was the one stalling first."
She must have felt it was unfair that she got scolded. While sympathizing with her feelings, I didn't bother looking back and hurried along the path.