The Saintess Iris
I glanced sideways at Pernia as I headed toward Sara with Alissa. She was watching me with narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious about an event that didn’t exist in the game. I’d expected it, but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth.
‘To think I’d show a gap this pathetic.’
I hadn’t wanted to stand out if possible, but Alissa’s condition looked far too dangerous to ignore. If something happened to her, I’d be the one taking the loss. An unavoidable risk.
“Professor. I’ve brought my partner.”
“Good. Alissa Bretes, Luan Priulri. You two are Team 7. Rest until the other teams are ready.”
“Yes, understood.”
Sara looked at me with a bright, beaming smile. In her mind, I must have taken her advice and reconciled with Alissa. Even if the ending wasn’t great, at least I’d made the effort. ‘She’s going to be shocked in a little while.’
I was genuinely curious what kind of face she’d make when she saw me getting beaten half to death during the spar. I sat down on a bench in the corner.
“……”
“If you have something to ask, just ask.”
“I don’t.”
“Then stop staring at me like that. You’re gonna bore a hole through my face.”
“That’s my business. If you don’t like it, go find yourself a new partner.”
“Guess I will.”
I shot up from my seat. Alissa’s eyes widened in surprise—she clearly hadn’t expected me to change my mind so quickly. Her fingers twitched and her lips moved as if she wanted to grab me right then and there. But her meager pride wouldn’t allow it. When I let out a small snort of laughter at the sight, she realized it was a joke and her face twisted in fury.
“What are you laughing at?”
“I wasn’t laughing.”
“Don’t lie. You seem to be under the impression that I accepted your proposal, but I still hate you. I want to kill you right this second. So stop acting friendly. It’s disgusting.”
“……”
I’d never thought we’d become close, but I must have been too excited about cutting off any potential variables. I closed my eyes and stayed silent, simply waiting for the awkward time to pass.
A short while later, Sara gathered everyone together.
Combat Training - Domain Awareness Lesson
“Alright, now that all teams are formed, we’ll begin the class in earnest. Since it’s the first day, we’ll learn basic techniques. Some of you may already know this, but treat it as review and focus. Today’s topic is Domain. Simply put, a domain is the range where your influence reaches. You solidify your domain by accurately grasping the distance between yourself and your opponent.”
Sara explained the concept of domain in an easy-to-understand way, even sharing helpful tips for mastering it. For someone who had grown as a mercenary without any systematic training, her teaching was excellent. Even I understood it instantly.
‘It’s extremely faint, but I remember learning this when I was young.’
As the eldest son of a marquis, Luan Priulri had trained quite diligently around the age of ten in order to inherit the title of border marquis. That was when the knight his father had assigned him taught him about domains.
Before long, Sara finished her explanation.
“Anyone who didn’t understand? No? Then disperse and begin practicing. The method is up to you. You can observe each other’s stances and practice step by step, or you can jump straight into sparring to simulate real combat. Just avoid striking vital points. If someone dies, it’s straight to prison. Begin!”
The moment the signal was given, the paired students scattered and took up positions all over the training ground. Alissa and I moved to an appropriate spot as well. Once we faced each other, I did a quick stretch, clenched my fists, and took a stance.
“Can I attack right away?”
“Shut up and come at me.”
“Fine. Here I go.”
Alissa, who had already graduated from the concept of domain long ago, seemed eager to beat me senseless as quickly as possible. She urged me on quite impatiently. I hopped in place to loosen up my tension and recalled the tips Sara had given.
‘Wrap your senses with energy perception.’
Energy perception was exactly what the name implied—a technique that used energy to receive various sensory information. When wrapped around the body, it naturally transmitted all sensations during movement. Of course, since it was your own body, you could feel things without it, but humans were nearly incapable of perfectly controlling their own bodies. To do something like that, you’d need to reach at least level 300.
Anyway, this method would let me quickly grasp my own domain.
“Huu… Hup!”
After taking a few deep breaths to adjust to the energy perception, I suddenly charged at Alissa.
‘First, a light probing strike.’
Whoosh!
I didn’t put too much power into it, focusing instead on maximum speed with my lead hand. Attacks like this didn’t have much force, but they carried low risk. The chance of a counterattack was small.
But Alissa was different. She tilted her head to dodge my incoming fist, then shot forward like lightning and slammed a heavy blow into my solar plexus.
THUD!
The breath-stealing pain hit me like a truck.
“Guhhhk…”
I couldn’t even scream properly. Drool spilled from my mouth as I dropped to my knees.
“Ahahaha!”
A burst of laughter rang out. Enduring the pain that felt like my organs were being torn apart, I turned my head to see Alissa smirking with twisted lips. She looked down at me with eyes full of ecstasy, laughing nonstop.
‘That crazy bitch.’
Enraged by the blatant mockery, I clutched my stomach and forced myself to stand.
“Hey. What the hell are you doing?”
“What?”
“The professor said not to hit vital points. Did you forget?”
“Oh, that?”
Alissa shrugged as if it were nothing. As I ground my teeth at her infuriating attitude, she said something even more insane.
“What does it matter? As long as I don’t kill you, it’s fine. I can control my strength perfectly.”
“You? Weren’t you saying you wanted to kill me? Are you planning to kill me while pretending it was an accident?”
“Not at all. There’s no way I’d let you off that easily. Even if I kill you, it’ll be much later. For now, I’m just going to beat you senseless. So relax. It’s much easier to beat you without killing you than to watch you mope around doing nothing. Got it now? Come at me.”
In other words, she was announcing she would keep hitting my vital points from now on. Close-quarters combat class happened twice a week, so for the next year I’d have to endure that kind of pain tens of thousands of times. I was already starting to regret suggesting we pair up.
‘Still, there’s no turning back now.’
Well, if I clung to Sara and begged, it might be possible, but I didn’t want to go that far. Instead, I wanted to grow stronger—strong enough to crush Alissa’s arrogance. I was looking forward to the face she’d make then.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“You’re surprisingly fine. Did I hit you too lightly? I’ll have to put more power into it.”
“…Control yourself properly. Haaah!”
I threw myself into hell. What followed was endless agony. I was beaten so thoroughly that anyone watching would grow sick of it. I only regained my freedom after my body and mind, unable to endure the pain any longer, shut down completely.
*
A familiar pair of enormous breasts filled my vision the moment I opened my eyes. Before I could feel embarrassed, gratitude came first.
The massive chest that took up nearly half the ceiling possessed a beauty no man could look away from. As I stared blankly at those huge breasts, a fluffy pink tuft of hair popped up above them.
“You’re awake. How do you feel?”
“……”
Whether it was because I was mesmerized by her chest or because I’d been beaten so badly before passing out that dust would fly off me on a rainy day, I had no will to answer. I simply stared at her breasts.
‘Where have I seen these breasts before?’
Judging by how my dick was trying to react on its own, I must have relied on them quite a lot for lewd purposes, yet for some reason I couldn’t remember. Did I hit my head earlier too?
Just as frustration began to build from the elusive clue, a face that somehow combined both innocence and maturity popped out from beyond those massive breasts.
“Seriously! Stop staring at my chest and answer me already!”
“…Saintess.”
“Yes. I am Saintess Iris. Do you understand who you’ve been disrespecting now?”
Her cheeks puffed out like a child’s, making her look exactly like a balloon. I suddenly felt the urge to poke her with a needle.
A question rose in my mind.
‘Why didn’t I recognize her immediately?’
I must have jerked off to Iris as fap material at least a hundred times, so why couldn’t I even place her? Especially when I’d imagined getting a paizuri from those exact breasts countless times.
An overwhelming sense of self-doubt crushed my entire body.
‘I don’t deserve to call myself a degenerate.’
As I stared at her chest with lingering eyes, feeling as if my entire life had been denied, Iris’s palm smacked into my forehead.
SLAP!
“I told you to stop looking! You pervert! You’re the first person who’s ever stared at my chest for this long!”
“Iris…”
“Don’t call me by my name! I don’t want to be called that by a pervert.”
Even though she was glaring with all her might, her naturally gentle face made it look ridiculous. Thanks to that, my mind finally cleared.
‘Time to stop acting like an idiot.’
I clenched and unclenched my fist to check my physical condition. Confirming I was fully recovered, I sat up and faced the Saintess.
“Did you heal me, Saintess?”
“That’s right. But why are you suddenly acting so polite? It’s suspicious how your attitude changed so abruptly.”
“I only just regained consciousness. It seems I hit my head when I collapsed.”
“What? That can’t be. Stay still. I need to check.”
The Saintess tilted her head in confusion, then reached out and placed her hand on my head as instructed. At the same time, a warm light bloomed and illuminated the surroundings. Meanwhile, I admired her enormous breasts.
‘How moving.’
Seeing in person what I had only seen on a screen made my heart feel full. Of course, I didn’t lose my mind like before, but my male instincts refused to let me look away so easily.
Somehow I managed to control my gaze, and Iris eventually removed her hand from my head.
“Your head is fine. I’m not sure if your current state can be called fine, but at least there’s nothing wrong for now.”
“Is that so? That’s a relief.”
“…This is really strange.”
Still unable to adjust to my sudden change in attitude, the Saintess continued sending me suspicious looks. When I didn’t even blink, she grabbed her own chest and lifted it up. Her hands dug deeply into the heavy flesh to support its weight. The soft meat squeezing out between her fingers radiated an overwhelming presence.
Then she released her breasts, granting them freedom.
“Huk!”
I couldn’t help but gasp. The massive breasts, pulled down by gravity, seemed about to sag heavily—only to bounce back up with incredible elasticity thanks to powerful Cooper’s ligaments, jiggling wildly. The mesmerizing motion made me resent the fact that I didn’t have a camera in my hands right now.
Iris noticed the thick disappointment on my face and smiled with satisfaction.
“Mhm! As expected, your head isn’t injured. You really are just a perverted weirdo.”
“Did you really do that just to check?”
“Of course. I can’t let a patient I’m personally responsible for leave the infirmary without being fully cured. Anyway, you’re fine now, so you may go. I have other patients to attend to.”
The Saintess stood up from her chair, stretched, and gave me one last visual treat before finally leaving my side.
“As expected of the Saintess.”
Though it only worked on men, her very existence had the power to fill you with energy. The problem was that I was a transmigrator.
“She doesn’t seem to have noticed anything…”
I had deliberately acted with a completely different personality from Luan Priulri, using post-traumatic stress as an excuse, yet while the Saintess thought I was strange, she never once considered the possibility that I was a transmigrator. She probably never imagined she could be deceived so perfectly because she herself was incapable of lying.
‘Thank goodness.’
I got down from the bed. Checking the clock, I saw that only thirty minutes remained until lunchtime. If I dawdled, I wouldn’t get to eat and would have to hold out until dinner. Time to fill my stomach first.