A Physiological Phenomenon
After an intense workout, once you’ve worked up a sweat, testosterone does something or other to your libido…
Beyond the wall, Bloomrain’s mouth and tongue…
And she hadn’t quite managed to fix her hair—strands of soft pink clung here and there to her face.
Looking at her like that, a brief wave of dizziness washed over me.
“Haa… Professor Bloomrain. If this is a joke, that’s enough…”
“It’s not a joke…? What are you waiting for? I’m waiting for you…?”
“You know there was some unpleasant talk about us at the Order, right?”
“Yes! And?”
Beyond the wall, Bloomrain’s lips parted and closed, pursing and opening as that pretty voice kept spilling out.
“What do you mean, ‘and’…”
“I don’t have any feelings for Professor Kyle, so it’s fine.”
“That’s not the issue…”
“If any more strange rumors start circulating about us, I don’t plan on holding back next time. I was also furious with how passive I was back then.”
“…Mm.”
Even so…
“Come on! Stick it in already!? A man only dies once, not twice!”
Hearing something like that…
And hadn’t the conversation just a moment ago been about refusing in exactly this kind of situation?
Yet watching her keep thrusting her mouth forward against that hole, tongue darting in and out, the blood kept rushing south and it was getting harder to hold back.
Ah. I don’t know anymore.
Slip.
That must have been it—the last thread of reason inside me snapped clean, and I undid the ties of my pants and started pulling them down one by one.
She must have heard the sound, because Bloomrain added another remark.
“That’s right. It’s all for the future of our Order. Don’t feel burdened—use me free— mmph!”
I shoved it straight in.
Even so, not having her actual face right in front of me made it a little awkward.
But for that, this was…
The hot warmth radiating from the cock I’d thrust through the wall spread through my whole body like it was heating me from the inside.
This level… is acceptable.
“Wai— Profes—sor…? Wai— mmph! Oohk!”
Ramming my cock against a wall probably didn’t look all that elegant, but so what?
It was only the two of us here—me and Bloomrain.
And given the nature of a confessional, nothing that happened here would ever leave this place.
As far as today was concerned, nothing at all had happened between me and Professor Bloomrain.
“Then I’ll gratefully make use of it… Professor Bloomrain.”
She was calling out to me in what sounded like flustered protest, but—
Thrust, thrust.
Thrust thrust.
Even so, her tongue never stopped moving for a second.
The way that sticky tongue kept coiling around my cock without rest, as if trying to make me feel good…
This has to be some kind of roleplay, right?
Something to make me feel even more stimulated, that sort of thing?
Thud-thud, thud-thud.
“Ook… oohk… ghk… goghk… oohk…”
“Professor Bloomrain, really—you don’t have to act that hard.”
She really is a considerate person.
“Ogoohk… go… uk… mmph… oooohk…”
With nothing but her mouth visible beyond the wall, I couldn’t see her expression. A little frustrating…
But on the other hand, the fact that I could use such a pleasant mouth-hole like this was secretly kind of fun too.
Live long enough and you really do see everything.
I hadn’t lived all that long, but still—all sorts of things.
I kept thrusting for a good while, and when the urge to finish rose, I didn’t hold it back—I poured a full load of cum straight into Bloomrain’s mouth as she held my cock between her lips, then walked out of the cathedral just like that.
Lust relief, my ass.
All of that had been completely pointless.
“Hey, Erina? No… Saintess?”
“Please don’t call me that…”
I’d planned to come home after work, have a beer or two, and fall asleep…
“…Why did you follow me all the way into my house.”
If I’d known it would turn out like this, I never would have let her in back then.
Haa…
I let out a long sigh and continued.
“Why are you stripping naked the second you walk through the door.”
With this going on, what lust relief?
How the hell was I supposed to stop this.
“Because I’m going to have sex with you, Professor.”
“Ahaang… aang, aang…! Ang…!”
Erina’s moans filled the entire house.
Pinned beneath me, she reached both arms back over her own back to cling to me, crying out with soft little sobs.
Both legs folded up toward her chest, she was simply skewered on my cock and doing nothing but moaning like it felt good.
“I love it, I love your cock, Professor.”
“Kh… Erina… please keep it down.”
“Your thick, long, ahang… solid cock is… scraping deep inside me, inside my pussyyy…”
“…I’m going insane.”
Schlick, schlick, shlick.
“Erina, you… might need to tone down the libido a little.”
“Nyeheh…? Me…? Ang…”
“In a few days you’re going to be enthroned as the Saintess. Imagine if anyone found out the Saintess was pinned under a man going aang-aang.”
“Is that not allowed…?”
While still letting my cock churn and thrust inside her pussy, I smacked my forehead with my right hand.
“Haa…”
“It’s something that feels good… so is it bad…? Aang… hhk… haang… hang…”
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thud.
“Erina.”
“Nyehet… ang… haat… aheuut…”
“Just because something feels good doesn’t mean you’re allowed to do it.”
“Why…?”
“Then why do you think the world has people who live however they please—so-called criminals, bandits, monsters, and the rest?”
“…Nngh…”
Erina suddenly went quiet.
“Ah. Sorry. I think I phrased that poorly…”
I should have explained it differently. Tch.
“I don’t mind at all… mmmngh…!”
“Ah, r-right? Okay.”
If that was true, then good.
“Professor.”
“Yeah.”
“Pound me… a little harder…”
“…Haa.”
I started rolling my hips even more vigorously, and Erina’s focus drifted upward.
Looking down at those unfocused eyes half-lidded and rolled back, I kept thrusting into her.
After a stretch of somewhat rough sex came to an end, and we lay pressed tightly together side by side on the bed before sleep, a voice suddenly reached me.
“I… don’t know anything about being a Saintess.”
“That won’t do… His Eminence the Archbishop said so too. From now on you’ll need to cultivate the dignity, grace, and refinement of a Saintess.”
That old man Mordian himself wasn’t someone I particularly liked, but he wasn’t wrong… so there was no helping it.
For now, it seemed she had at least tacitly agreed to keep attending the Academy through graduation.
“It’s such a hassle…”
“Well, from what I’ve seen of you, Erina, you’ve done well so far… so just keep doing what you’ve been doing.”
“Really?”
As she spoke, Erina tightened the arm and hand wrapped around my back and hugged me even closer.
“Of course. However—”
“…However?”
“We might need to cut back on the sex a little…”
“That’s not happening!”
“Myaaao—!”
“Hey—why is Sol suddenly throwing a fit.”
As if the cat itself was insisting the number of times we had sex absolutely could not be reduced.
“I don’t want that either. This warmth right now… I love it so much.”
“Hopeless…”
Right now she was grumbling about having to study the virtues a Saintess was supposed to possess…
But what kind of reaction would she show once she learned her bloodline wasn’t just connected to the Saintess line, but to the Imperial family as well?
“Erina, why… did you apply to the Faculty of Healing?”
I’d heard she had met Kyle once before.
But that alone didn’t seem like enough of a reason to apply to the healing department.
“Because Father… told me that while Mom was alive, she had been a cleric.”
“Mm… I see.”
But it seemed that was all she had been told.
That her mother had been the Saintess. That she had been an Imperial Princess. That her older brother was the current Emperor.
Elysia Crossbell de Silvahrt… that had been her full name, hadn’t it.
She had hidden the “de Silvahrt” and changed her middle name to Crossbell when she married.
Even after the marriage, for a little over a year—only a few short months—she had quietly continued her work as Saintess, traveling the frontiers and remote regions, before vanishing.
In the end, this child’s full name as Elysia’s daughter would also become “Erina Crossbell de Silvahrt.”
Karl III Heinrich de Silvahrt. She was the niece of the Empire’s Emperor.
Honestly… I had some serious guts. Me.
Just the fact that she was the Saintess was already enough to make me lose my mind.
And on top of that I was having sex with the daughter born of the Emperor’s younger sister? Was I insane?
Haa…
Still, the fact that Erina’s power as Saintess had awakened through repeated intimacy with Kyle was…
This was a body that had once risen all the way to Holy Knight Commander.
Which meant that even within the Order, it had been a position that received considerable favor from the chief god Aeltir.
When Erina and I first met, her power as Saintess must still have been dormant…
But the bodily fluids of this body, so deeply steeped in divine grace, had come into repeated contact with Erina.
And it hadn’t stopped there—my fluids had penetrated deep into her body, and that was probably what forcibly awakened the power.
No one else knew, of course, but for someone who had lived as an ordinary citizen right up until the transmigration, it was such a heart-stopping fact that I was almost afraid my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
Clang—!
Kang!
The summit of Eunhwi Mountain, located behind the Academy.
On Thursday, the day before Erina’s Saintess celebration banquet, just before lunchtime, two people were locked in a clash of blades at the very peak.
One human man and one female dark elf.
The only sound that kept ringing out across the mountaintop was the endless metallic clash of sword against sword in their hands.
“Haa, haa… haa… hhhup…!”
Breathing hard, Nariel launched herself from her stance opposite me and threw her body through the air.
The sharp dagger gripped tightly in Nariel’s hand.
It came flying straight for my throat, aiming for my life.
But I didn’t move. I stayed still.
Both hands gripping my sword upright, I held my stance in perfect stillness.
And the moment Nariel came right up to my face, the angle of the sword in my hands twisted.
Kaaang!
Screeech…
Rotated a full two-hundred-seventy degrees—three-quarters of a turn—the blade completely blocked Nariel’s dagger.
Her edge was stopped, but the match wasn’t decided yet.
Chaaang—!
I swung the sword up in a diagonal slash with everything I had, and the daggers in Nariel’s hands went scattering across the ground.
Ting—! Tititing.
Before the now-empty-handed Nariel could even rise, I leveled my sword at her throat.
“I lose…”
“That’s enough for today. Shall we rest?”
“…Alright.”
Click.
Breathing hard through both inhale and exhale, looking thoroughly worn out, Nariel opened the door to her home and went inside.
Watching her, I happened to lift my head toward the sky and saw that lunchtime was nearly upon us.
Probably about an hour left until noon.
Thankfully I had no morning classes today, but from next time on I’d need to keep the training sessions shorter somehow.
That aside…
“Whew… time really flies.”
I had climbed the mountain since four in the morning under the pretext of training, fighting every monster I ran into along the way, and then spent the entire time until now just exchanging bladework with Nariel.
So of course I was sweating so hard I could barely keep up with it.
Following Nariel into the cabin, I found her roughly wiping herself down with a towel and then gulping water like she was inhaling it.
“Here. Towel.”
“Ah. Thanks.”
“And water.”
While I was roughly wiping myself down with the towel she’d handed me, she passed me water as well.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
I was wiping down with a towel, but that was never going to match actually washing with water.
So normally the place should have reeked of sweat.
But whether a dark elf was still an elf or not, the whole cabin was filled with mint, and I just couldn’t get used to it…
Still, compared to what I’d smelled in the headmistress’s office, for some reason there seemed to be a richer note of grape mixed in as well.
“Huu, finally alive again.”
The taste of water after you’d flushed every last bit of moisture out through sweat during exercise… ahh.
“Satisfied now?”
“Huh? Yeah. A little grateful, actually.”
“I’m the one who should be grateful. I’d been looking to improve my skills lately and feeling my own shortcomings, so you made… a very good sparring partner.”
“That so?”
Same for me, though.
Now that Erina had been revealed as the Saintess, I couldn’t keep being this clumsy or something terrible was going to happen, so I’d asked Nariel for a favor.
Whether in free periods or first thing in the morning—could she spar with me a little?
Kyle’s body itself had already been pushed nearly to its absolute limit—
But the software running it—me—still had nowhere near enough real combat experience.
Even with the help of his memories, there were still limits to actually moving this body myself.
It felt a bit like having only ever watched video footage without ever using the body myself.
Sure enough, you only got the feel for it in a flash once you moved the body yourself.
“Yeah. Finding an opponent with skill that doesn’t fall behind mine isn’t easy.”
“Isn’t the Headmistress around?”
“Astria is a mage, so I would say the training efficiency isn’t particularly good.”
“Ah. That so.”
Well, true enough. If we never even clashed blades and just felt each other out before wrapping it up without any fun, that did seem pretty likely.
“Besides…”
“Hm?”
“Matching my level and gradually raising your skill to match—it’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I would also call that something I’m grateful for.”
“Ha, haha…”
“Embarrassed?”
No… more like embarrassed that I couldn’t even say my own skill had risen along the exact same curve to match.
“But you also turned out to have a rather mischievous side.”
“Hm?”
“The upward curve was too steep. It was hard to keep up—I nearly collapsed…”
“…Ah. S-sorry about that.”
“…No. That’s my own lack of ability. Anyway…”
“Mm?”
Nariel seemed to hesitate for a moment, then her gaze drifted downward and stopped cold.
“Kyle. Your genitals are currently quite swollen.”
“…Ah. Shit. S-sorry. This is, uh.”
After the intense exercise, once I’d replenished the moisture lost through sweat, it seemed I’d gotten hard as a natural consequence.
“It’s a physiological phenomenon, so to speak…”
Tch. That said, now that I was aware of it, the pull in my cock was suddenly turning me on, and lewd thoughts kept popping up.
“Well, it’s not as if I don’t understand, so it doesn’t particularly matter… but if you’re fine with it, shall we? Have sex.”