Awakening in the Hospital Ward
In the quiet hospital room, the Saintess, who had been lying motionless, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
“Hah!? Wh-where am I?”
She remembered the situation right before she lost consciousness and quickly scanned her surroundings. Only after realizing this was the place she visited as often as she ate did she finally calm down.
She lifted her patient gown and checked herself.
“This hasn’t disappeared?”
The succubus energy that had been injected into her was no longer detectable, yet the womb tattoo remained. As she gently rubbed her lower belly, the Saintess suddenly felt a strange sensation. It was as if she had lost something precious. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but she felt oddly empty. Strangely, the area between her legs was also tingling.
She tilted her head in confusion before shaking it off and examining the rest of her body.
“Huh? Here too.”
The Saintess placed a hand gently on her chest. A warm energy spread from where her palm touched. But for some reason, the lingering sensation branded into her breasts felt insufficient. It was as if they were saying they needed bigger, firmer hands instead. And it didn’t stop there.
“My tongue feels weird too.”
Every time she spoke, her pronunciation came out slurred and unnatural, as if her tongue had been overworked the night before. While she was racking her brain over the incomprehensible situation, a knock sounded and the door opened. An orange-haired female priest entered.
The priest smiled brightly upon seeing the Saintess awake and approached her.
“Saintess. You’ve finally woken up?”
“Melissa? Did you treat me?”
“No. You didn’t have a single wound when you first arrived.”
“No wounds? How is that even possible….”
The Saintess was happy to see a familiar face, but the unexpected answer left her puzzled. At the time, she had been implanted with a Succubus Seed and was in the middle of transforming into a demon. She couldn’t understand how she had recovered without any priestly treatment.
‘Could it be that Lord Luan did something?’
Thinking about it, waking up safely in a hospital bed didn’t make sense. Someone must have come to rescue her. Since the infiltration had been a top-secret mission, the only plausible candidate was Luan.
“Melissa. Who saved me?”
“That would be the Student Council members. President Isis brought both you and Lord Luan here.”
“The Student Council President? What happened?”
She didn’t understand a single thing. How Isis had known about that location and come to find them, why Luan—who should have been in the greenhouse with Meloni—had been found in the cavern. When the Saintess showed clear confusion, Melissa carefully offered a suggestion.
“Saintess. If you’re curious, why don’t you go see for yourself? President Isis happens to be in the ward right now.”
“In the ward?”
“Yes. She’s visiting Lord Luan Priulri. She’s been by his side from the moment he was admitted until now.”
“Really? Which room?”
“I believe it was Room 205—ah! Saintess!”
Melissa let out a scream as the Saintess dashed out like the wind. The Saintess was supposed to be resting. Melissa had planned to accompany her, but the moment she learned Luan and Isis’s whereabouts, the Saintess bolted from the room and ran straight to Room 205.
This wasn’t just to satisfy her own curiosity.
‘I wonder if Lord Luan is okay…’
Luan had originally been in the greenhouse. The fact that he was found in the cavern meant he had defeated Meloni and immediately rushed over to help her. Whether or not he had taken down the boss, the fact that he had thrown himself into danger remained unchanged.
Soon, the Saintess arrived at Room 205. She caught her breath, then knocked carefully.
Knock. Knock.
…Come in.
It really was Isis’s voice. The moment she received permission, the Saintess opened the door and stepped inside.
Isis, who had been sitting by the bedside staring endlessly at Luan’s face, frowned the moment she saw the Saintess.
“…What brings you here, Saintess?”
“I heard Lord Luan was here, so I came. I also have some personal questions.”
“Questions?”
“Yes. I asked my assigned priest, and she said the Student Council President rescued us. How did you know where we were?”
At the question, Isis glanced sideways at Luan’s face, then let out a sigh and set a condition.
“Can you promise to keep it a secret?”
“Pardon?”
“This is something that must not leak outside. If you promise, I’ll tell you.”
Her stubborn attitude made it clear she would never speak otherwise. The Saintess nodded.
“I understand. I’ll keep it a secret.”
“Haa… Fine. I’ll trust you.”
After sighing, Isis pulled a small badge from her pocket.
“That’s…”
“It’s Student Council equipment. It can send and receive signals.”
“Did you give one to Lord Luan?”
“That’s right. I told him to send a signal immediately if anything dangerous happened. Thanks to that, we were able to resolve the situation without any issues.”
“Ah… I see. Thank you for answering.”
Having confirmed the truth, the Saintess clasped her hands together and bowed deeply. The problem was that when her arms came together, her massive breasts protruded even more, causing the buttons on her patient gown to look like they might burst at any moment.
Isis’s expression grew even more displeased at the sight.
“Have all your questions been answered now?”
“Ah, yes!”
“Then please leave. Luan needs to rest.”
The Saintess’s eyes widened. No matter how pure she was, she couldn’t miss the fact that Isis was openly rejecting her. Feeling a surge of frustration, she pouted and made a request.
“Can I examine Lord Luan one last time?”
“…Examine him?”
“Yes. I’m worried there might be injuries you missed. Other priests may have checked, but they aren’t as precise as I am.”
The Saintess radiated holy power to lend credibility to her words. Isis was about to nod when she suddenly paused and asked,
“But by ‘examine,’ do you mean the same kind as last time?”
“What kind?”
“…The one where you cup his cheeks and press your forehead against his.”
“Ah… yes. That way I can see everything from his mind outward.”
“As I thought.”
Having confirmed her suspicion, Isis’s face turned icy cold.
“I refuse.”
“What? Why?”
“There’s no need to go that far just to examine him. Besides, your own condition isn’t good right now, Saintess. There’s no reason to overexert yourself.”
Despite her words, there was no trace of concern for the Saintess in Isis’s eyes. This time, the Saintess didn’t hold back.
“Don’t you think that’s too selfish?”
“What did you say?”
“I know you hate me. It’s only natural after I put your brother in danger. But this isn’t something to handle emotionally. What if there’s a problem with Lord Luan’s body that you haven’t noticed? Will you regret it then?”
“Th-that’s…”
“If you truly care about your brother, step aside.”
Isis bit her lip hard. She felt guilty for nearly harming Luan out of nothing but jealousy, but the thought of stepping aside still clouded her mind. However, her worry and affection for Luan overcame even her stubbornness.
When Isis finally stepped aside, the Saintess walked past her, sat on the edge of the bed, cupped Luan’s cheeks, and pressed their foreheads together. Their breaths mingled in the air, and for a brief moment, the Saintess’s cheeks flushed bright red. But she soon calmed down, closed her eyes carefully, and began releasing her holy power.
A warm, gentle light—not overpowering, yet impossible to look away from—burst forth.
Watching the scene, Isis clenched her fists tightly.
‘How infuriating.’
She had boldly told him to call her anytime if he was in danger, yet all she had done was transport him to the hospital. And now, all she could do was watch. A sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on her shoulders.
While she struggled to suppress her emotions, the examination finally ended. The Saintess pulled her forehead away and spoke.
“Fortunately, there are no problems. He’s simply completely drained of energy. He should wake up by tomorrow.”
“…….”
“I’ll be going now. If anything happens, call a priest immediately. I’ll come running too.”
Isis said nothing. The Saintess hesitated, as if she had something more to say, then bowed politely and left the room.
Isis stood motionless for a while before organizing her emotions and approaching the bed. That was when she noticed the blanket covering Luan’s body had a prominent bulge in the center. When she pulled the blanket aside, a forearm-thick cock stood fully erect.
Isis glared at Luan.
“Did the Saintess feel that good?”
Her tone unconsciously grew sharp. Her own heart was in turmoil, yet her little brother had gotten excited from mere skinship with the Saintess.
After fuming for a moment, Isis stared at the erect cock and flinched. A sudden, inexplicable wave of lust surged through her. She cursed her body for getting aroused even at a time like this, then redirected her frustration toward Luan.
“This is all your fault for getting hard.”
If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have had to feel guilt or jealousy.
“What if someone comes in?”
Friends who had heard the news would visit in the afternoon. Did he plan to show them this sight too? She had no choice but to take care of it.
Isis wrapped her desire in a different justification and stood up. She locked the door, returned to the bed, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the mattress, and settled herself between Luan’s legs. She pulled his pants down.
Slide—
Finally, the cock wrapped in his underwear was revealed. Because it was so erect, the underwear only covered up to the edge of the glans, leaving the entire menacing shaft exposed. Isis inhaled the thick, masculine scent that invaded her nostrils and pulled the underwear off completely.
She gently grasped the shaft. The steel-like hardness and scorching heat fanned the flames of her lust. She stroked the bulging veins that rose like a soaring dragon and whispered softly.
“…You should be grateful your big sister is here.”
Otherwise, his friends might have seen this embarrassing sight. This was nothing more than a loving older sister protecting her dear little brother. There were absolutely no personal feelings mixed in.
After completing her final self-justification, Isis licked her lips and took the glans into her mouth.
“Mmmph…!”
Even though she had only taken the head, her mouth was already more than half full. Isis swirled her tongue, savoring the salty taste, and swallowed the cock deeper.
“Ugh…!”
At that moment, Luan let out a groan. Thinking he might have woken up, Isis looked up in surprise, but realized it was just sleep-talking. Relieved, she began sucking in earnest.
“Slurp! Mmmph! Shlrrrp….”
Having done it once before, she was quite skilled. Isis used her entire mouth to stroke the shaft, stimulated the urethra with her tongue, pulled it out to lick the entire length, and employed a variety of techniques. In truth, after the incident on the snowy mountain, she had secretly studied related books.
While she sucked the cock as if in a trance, Isis suddenly noticed her crotch had grown soaking wet. She rubbed her thighs together, but eventually couldn’t hold back. She lifted her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her fingers touched her pussy.
Squelch!
“Mmm…”
Her already drenched pussy produced overwhelming pleasure from the slightest touch. Using her index and ring fingers to spread her labia and her middle finger to rub between them, Isis pressed her thumb against her swollen clitoris.
Squirt! Splurt!
“Haaauuung…!”
A weak orgasm hit her, and a fountain of juices sprayed out. The arc of love juice drew a long line from the bed all the way to the door. Even so, Isis didn’t stop. She continued caressing her clitoris while diligently sucking Luan’s cock.
The end came quickly. Luan began to groan, and his cock suddenly swelled dramatically. The veins bulged as it prepared to ejaculate. Isis noticed instantly and pinched her clitoris hard.
Spurt!
Spluuuurt!
Right as the semen shot from his cock and flooded her throat—
“Haaaaauuuung…!”
Splash! Splaaash!
Another fountain erupted from her pussy. Feeling her mind turn completely white, Isis swallowed every single drop of semen without spilling any, sending it all down into her stomach.
It took a full five more minutes before she regained her senses.