The Saintess's Purification

I clenched and unclenched my fist a few times before shaking off all thoughts of the president. Then I walked over to the Saintess. With the warlock dead, the tentacles were no longer receiving any magi. Their durability had also deteriorated to the point where I could snap them easily.

I severed the tentacles wrapped around her body and caught the collapsing Saintess in my arms.

“Saintess. Wake up! Iris! Iris!”

I patted her cheeks and called her name, but the Saintess wouldn’t regain consciousness. I placed my hand on her lower abdomen.

“I’ll apologize later.”

When I channeled the Pure Flame into her, I felt something coiled like a seed right at the center of her womb. It had already taken root inside her body, constantly spreading its energy and mutating the Saintess into a succubus. The process was already quite advanced; there wasn’t much time left.

I’ll purify it right away.

My Hwasin-hwa was already at its limit, but I couldn’t leave her like this. I gathered every ounce of mana I could and began purifying the Saintess’s entire body. If I destroyed the seed first, the already-mutated flesh might suffer side effects. So I decided to reverse the mutation first and eliminate the seed last.

That was the moment every part of her body had returned to normal and only the seed remained.

Thump!

“Ugh!?”

My heart pounded as if it would burst. At the same time, Hwasin-hwa unraveled and an overwhelming wave of exhaustion crashed over me. All the strength in my body drained away like an ebbing tide. I used every last bit of my superhuman willpower to fight back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the darkening vision.

Somehow the Saintess had slipped from my arms and lay collapsed on the cold floor.

“Haa… haa! Damn it!”

I gritted my teeth. I tried to reactivate Hwasin-hwa, but the closed Taegeuk wouldn’t open again. There was no way forward like this.

…No. There is one way.

The only problem was that it was the kind of method I absolutely didn’t want to use.

“Is that really my only option?”

It wasn’t certain. There was no guarantee it would even succeed. But right now, there was no other choice.

I gently stroked the Saintess’s cheek.

“It’s warm.”

The warmth of a human being. And if I bore the sin, she could remain human forever.

“Haa…”

With a sigh, I let my gaze and my hand slide downward. Past her chin, over her shoulder, until I reached those overwhelming breasts. My eyes continued lower, tracing her narrow waist, wide hips, and dazzling legs, before rising again to stop at the womb tattoo engraved on her lower belly.

It had lost its light, but the tattoo still remained there, asserting its presence. I rubbed it for a moment, then noticed her panties.

“Cute.”

Just like her bra, they were adorable pink panties trimmed with lace. I smiled briefly, then my expression hardened. With careful hands, I grasped her soft thighs. My fingers sank into the plush flesh. I lifted her knees, spread her legs just enough to hold them in place, and hooked my fingers under the pink lace panties, pulling them aside.

Her pale pink pussy was revealed.

Like Deborah, the Saintess apparently didn’t grow any pubic hair. There wasn’t a single trace of shaving. Just a plump white mound with a tightly closed slit in the center. The sight only emphasized her purity and intensified my guilt even more.

“Saintess. I’m sorry.”

For me, this was how I would repay her kindness. Even if she wouldn’t want it, even if it was selfish, I would violate her if that was what it took to stop the mutation.

With my resolve firmly set, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and positioned myself between her legs.

Then I realized something shocking.

“…I can’t get hard.”

Even while staring at the Saintess’s pure virgin pussy, my massive member hung limply. It was a side effect of Hwasin-hwa. Maintaining that technique for over ten minutes—when even a few seconds left me staggering—was bound to have consequences. It would have been stranger if I could get an erection.

In my impatience, I quickly rubbed my glans against her labia, but it only grew slightly firmer. At this rate, I had no idea how long it would take to cum.

I slowly raised my gaze.

“Haa… guess I have no choice.”

What my eyes were fixed on now were her breasts. Those demonic tits that had appeared in my dreams countless times. I was certain that if I used them, I could cum within five minutes no matter what.

“Fuck.”

The moment I made the decision, I muttered a low curse and reached for the buttons. One, two. I undid them calmly at first, but the crushing exhaustion and frustration made me rip the rest off in irritation.

Rip—!

The dress shirt flew open with a tearing sound. Next, I unhooked the clasp at the center of her bra.

Jiggle!

It almost sounded like I could hear that very noise. The instant the clasp came undone, the Saintess’s massive breasts sprang out as if celebrating their freedom. They bounced heavily, leaving faint pink afterimages in the air.

“…They really are insane.”

It wasn’t just an impression. The moment I grabbed my cock, the shaft that had been barely half-hard suddenly stiffened like steel. The heat was so intense I actually flinched. Preparations complete.

“Saintess. I’m sorry.”

I apologized one last time. I was in no position to let her catch me, but part of me wished she would wake up right now. Of course that wasn’t going to happen, so I shook off the pointless fantasy and slowly pushed my cock inside her.

Squelch!

My glans, spread wide like an umbrella, forcibly crushed her soft labia as it burrowed in.

“Mmm…!”

The Saintess’s brows furrowed. Even unconscious, the pain of penetration seemed unavoidable. I wanted to caress her, but just forcing my cock in was already taking everything I had. I deliberately looked away and kept pushing.

Finally, I reached her hymen. The thin membrane with its tiny perforations put up a faint resistance. I held her tightly so she couldn’t thrash and tore through it.

Riiip!

“Uuuu…!”

More than half of my cock disappeared inside her pussy. The Saintess moaned in agony from the pain of defloration. Surprisingly she didn’t struggle, but the beads of sweat forming on her forehead proved how much it hurt. My face twisted horribly.

“…I will atone for this sin later.”

Whispering those words, I pressed close against her and gently cupped one of her breasts with my free hand. My fingers sank into the soft flesh as if melting into it. The sensation was so heavenly it felt like my sense of touch had vanished. I even doubted whether my fingers were still attached. But when I opened my hand again, the buried fingers reappeared.

After savoring that divine texture for a moment, I barely regained my senses and moved on to the next step. I licked my lips to wet them, then covered the Saintess’s slightly parted mouth as she breathed heavily. With my other hand I held her chin, gently prying her mouth open, and let my saliva flow inside.

My saliva, thick with mana, slid down into her stomach.

“Hamu… mmm… slurp…”

Maybe she was thirsty. The Saintess actually extended her tongue, licking inside my mouth and begging for more.

Three minutes will be enough, not five.

I corrected my earlier estimate. I’d thought five minutes to cum, but that clearly wasn’t the case now. Just being inside her while fondling those massive tits and kissing her was making my climax surge incredibly fast. On top of that, the Pheromone took effect, and the vaginal walls that had been gripping my shaft gradually loosened.

“Haa… is this enough?”

I pulled my lips away, licked up the long silver strand of saliva that stretched between us, and cautiously moved my hips.

Squelch!

My cock, now stained red, scraped against her slightly wet inner walls as it withdrew. When I pushed back in, her pussy welcomed me warmly as if it had never resisted. It was a sensation filled with the Saintess’s gentleness.

I continued the slow, repeated thrusting.

Squelch! Squish!

Every time my cock pulled out and plunged back in, the Saintess’s pussy grew gradually wetter and smoother. Before I had even thrust ten times, only lewd, sticky sounds echoed from her walls.

“Hngh… haaang…”

The Saintess began to moan. The sight was so adorable it was hard to hold back my lust. Especially when I thrust deep—her massive breasts would bounce from the impact, drawing circles outward before colliding in the middle with a loud paang! The demonic movement that even erased my guilt made me instinctively bury my face between those tits.

This is the best.

The Saintess’s breasts were unquestionably the greatest. Contrary to my vague expectation that they would smell like sweet milk, they actually gave off a refreshing, citrusy body scent. I don’t know why I imagined milk when she had never given birth. Still, someday in the future she would meet a man she loved and have a child, right? By then her breasts would surely smell of rich milk and even produce breast milk.

Whoever that man turned out to be, I was honestly jealous.

The surge of deprivation made me take it out on her breasts. I sucked hard on her nipples with wet slurping sounds, then gently bit down on the now-hardened peaks.

“Mmph, uhhng…!”

At the same time, the Saintess’s waist jerked upward and her vaginal walls clamped down hard for a moment. Her pussy grew even wetter.

Did she just cum?

It wasn’t an explosive orgasm that sprayed everywhere, but it seemed she had reached a light climax. Convinced I was satisfying her enough, I grew excited and began thrusting and caressing her with intense, rapid movements.

Not long after, my own climax finally reached its limit.

There had been no resistance at all, but since I had forced myself on her while she was asleep, the Rape Level was still quite high. At this level, erasing a seed that had lost its magi supply should be easy.

“Saintess. I’m going to cum.”

I lifted my head, gave her forehead a short kiss, then drove my cock deep inside and ejaculated.

Spurt! Spluuuurt! Spluuuuuuuur!

The mental satisfaction must have been immense. Even though I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was completely drained from Hwasin-hwa, an absurdly huge amount of semen poured out. The thick white torrent pierced through her cervix and painted her entire womb pure white. The seed that had been nestled in the center was swept away by the flow and easily destroyed.

But it didn’t stop there. The semen was absorbed through her womb, shaking off even the faint remnants of magi that had lingered throughout her body.

I kept my cock inside her for a while even after I finished ejaculating before finally pulling out.

Sluuuurp…

When my forearm-thick cock withdrew, her once-pure pussy stayed gaping open, twitching. Soon realizing its guest had left, it slowly shrank back to its original tightly closed shape.

“Haa… I feel like I’m going to die.”

I groaned and stood up, quickly fixing my clothes. I wanted to collapse and sleep right then and there, but I still had to clean up. Even if all the semen had been absorbed, her love juices were still there.

After using magic cleaner to wipe everything down, I looked at the Saintess and fell into thought.

“Ah, shit. Why did I do that?”

Right now the Saintess was sleeping peacefully with her seductive breasts completely exposed. I could pull her panties back into place to cover her pussy, but her shirt buttons had been ripped off so I couldn’t cover her chest. If she went out like this, the church would definitely raise a fuss. What should I do?

After thinking for a moment, I noticed the club members sprawled around us and clapped my hands.

“That’s right! I forgot about that!”

When we first arrived in the cavern, they had been casually having an orgy. That probably meant they did it often, so they must have spare clothes in the clubroom. Even if the top might be a little tight on the Saintess’s chest, it would still cover her perfectly.

“Alright. I have to go!”

I really wanted to rest, but I couldn’t leave any loose ends. I turned around and was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about to head into the passage when I suddenly stopped and stared at the Saintess lying half-naked among the club members.

What if I left her here and the ones who woke up first tried to touch her?

“Ah, fuck.”

That thought made me turn back. In the end, while suffering from exhaustion that made me feel like I was losing my mind, I carried the Saintess on my back, crossed the long passage, grabbed a shirt from the clubroom, dressed her in it, and carried her all the way back to the cavern.

“Huff… huff! I’m really going to die.”

I laid the now-neatly dressed Saintess on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the floor and gasped for breath. I pulled a badge out of my subspace pouch. It was one Isis had given me last time. The moment I activated it, my lovely sister would come running.

I sent the signal immediately.

While I sat beside the Saintess scribbling a note and waiting, I heard a familiar voice from beyond the passage.

“Luan! Luan! Are you here?”

When I briefly expanded my senses, I could feel Regina and the rest of the student council members behind her. It looked like I could finally relax.

Isis. I’m leaving the rest to you.

I stuck the note to my chest, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.