So Why Did We Go Into Heat?
“But I still have one thing I’m curious about.”
“What is it?”
Once again, we sat on the driver’s seat of the carriage, chewing on jerky as we headed toward the exile site.
“Why did you say you wanted to have sex with me?”
Irene shot me a tired glare.
Why? What? It’s a fair question to ask again.
She rested her chin on her arms with a pouty expression and tore into the jerky.
“I don’t know. Maybe because we don’t have much time left to live, our sex drives are exploding to make us reproduce. Pussy…? Want to see my pussy?”
With that, she playfully lifted her clothes. The sudden topic shift caught me off guard, and I quickly averted my eyes while shaking my head.
What’s gotten into her? Is her libido really going wild? She always seemed so modest back when she was the Saintess…
“You fucked and sucked me like crazy, and now you’re acting shy.”
Irene lowered her clothes and let out a genuinely disappointed sigh before going back to her jerky.
“…Maybe you’re right. I wasn’t exactly a nympho who’d flash my pussy out of nowhere.”
“What the hell, nympho? Hey, isn’t that going too far?! Did I ever show it to just anyone or spread my legs for them?! I only did that with you!”
She smacked my shoulder with both hands. The way she puffed up her cheeks and shoved her face toward me while getting angry was oddly amusing—and cute.
…I must be losing it. Thinking this girl is cute.
“Still, I was surprised when you suddenly started sucking my cock earlier.”
“That was… well… I just suddenly wanted to…”
Irene’s face flushed red as she looked away. At the same time, her hand gently stroked her lower belly, right where my cum was still inside her womb.
Why is she doing that? Seriously…
“But maybe it’s the same for you, Maurice?”
“What is?”
“You got so horny you ended up kissing, sucking, and fucking your childhood friend. Normally you’d be too embarrassed to even look at a naked body, but you touched me everywhere, groped me, and even held my hand while we did it.”
I choked on the jerky mid-bite. As I coughed, Irene patted my back, asking if I was okay.
…Now that I think about it, she’s right. Realizing we went from childhood friends who never saw each other as the opposite sex to the highest level of physical intimacy made my head spin for a moment.
What exactly is our relationship now?
The question popped into my mind, but I decided not to dwell on it. We were just going to enjoy the remaining 100 days.
“Yeah… I guess so.”
“Besides, your stamina seems way better than before. Even if you were a high-ranking Holy Knight, how many guys can last that long? You’re the only one I’ve ever done it with, so I wouldn’t know.”
“I’m not sure… From what my fellow knights said, lasting an hour was already considered long.”
“Really? Then going until dawn like we did… we were pretty amazing, huh?”
She grinned mischievously, giving me a sly smile. I had no idea what she was fishing for, but it looked nice, so I let it slide.
Irene leaned her head against my shoulder and kept eating jerky. Then, out of nowhere, she started stroking my thigh—slowly running her hand down, circling it, and poking it with her index finger.
“…What are you doing, touching someone else’s thigh like that?”
“Huh? Oh, I just felt like touching it. Don’t mind me.”
“How am I supposed to not mind when your hand is clearly moving up toward my cock…”
She gave me a meaningful, playful look before suddenly slipping her hand into my pants and grabbing my dick.
“Did touching your thigh make you hard~?”
She rubbed it, shook it up and down, and even played with my balls using her fingers. My cock twitched happily under her soft touch.
I stopped the reins and pulled her hand out.
“Aww, that was fun.”
“Let’s be careful when we’re outside… What if someone passes by?”
Whether she cared or not, Irene sniffed the hand that had touched my cock, let out a satisfied “ha,” and then licked her fingers.
“So this is what they call cocaine? The smell of a guy’s dick… It’s nice… I think I could get addicted.”
“You’ve really become weird.”
“Whatever, it’s because of the curse~”
The word “curse” suddenly sparked another question in my mind.
The source of the curse… What exactly caused it?
“I have another question.”
“What now? Are you gonna ask if you can touch my breasts whenever you want? If you want, you can touch them all you like.”
She pulled her clothes down just enough to expose her nipples.
…I want to suck on them.
So I did.
“Aah♡ Suddenly doing that…♡”
I sucked for about three minutes. It had a strange, sweet yet slightly salty taste that was hard to describe.
After I’d had my fill, I finally asked the real question.
“Why did you kill the Pope?”
Irene froze at the question. She quickly covered her chest and looked away. Then she stayed silent, only letting out a sigh.
Ah, maybe that was too sudden and stupid of a question.
“…Why are you suddenly asking something like that and ruining the mood?”
“Sorry. I’m just really curious no matter what. We’ve only been having sex, so I never got the chance to ask properly.”
“I already told you I don’t know…”
“There’s no way you don’t know. You must’ve had a reason to kill him, right?”
Otherwise, there’s no way she would’ve committed something close to suicide by murdering the Pope—especially while holding the position of Saintess.
She lost everything and even put her life in danger. So why?
“…I don’t know. Maybe because of the curse, but I don’t remember. When I opened my eyes, my clothes were covered in blood and the Pope was lying there dead, covered in it too.”
“Is that related to the reason there wasn’t enough evidence to prove you directly killed him?”
“Probably. Everyone was arguing about how a delicate Saintess like me could possibly kill the Pope. Plus, there was no weapon. Did I beat him to death with my fists? That’s ridiculous.”
“Wait, so… you’re saying you might not have killed him?”
“I think I probably did. Thanks to that damn curse, my memory’s fuzzy, so I can’t be sure.”
“…That curse really affects a lot of things.”
Memory loss. A death sentence. Arousal. Sex.
What a bizarre curse. What kind of curse even does this? Is it even a normal curse?
“Is there any way to restore your memories?”
“I don’t know… But why?”
“Because I feel sorry for you.”
“Why would you?”
“You’re my childhood friend. We’ve known each other for so long, and suddenly you fell into ruin. Of course I’d worry.”
“But you’re also cursed with only 100 days left.”
“It’s still better than losing all your honor and glory and falling from grace. That’s why I’m worried. You shouldn’t die with regrets.”
Irene let out a deep sigh, then leaned her head on my shoulder again and wrapped her arms around me.
“Actually… after having sex with you… I remembered something.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure if it’s related to the curse, but after taking your cum inside me and continuing to have sex while feeling pleasure, it felt like something in my head was waking up, and memories came back with it.”
What kind of curse is this?
“So… to fully restore your memories, we have to keep doing it…?”
Irene buried her face in my arm. She seemed embarrassed. After everything we’d already done, why was she shy now?
“Yeah, I think so. We have to keep doing it every day for the next 100 days… heh, hehehehe…”
She wasn’t embarrassed—she was so happy she was laughing strangely.
She’s completely turned into a pervert. Good thing she only acts like this in front of me. If she did this in front of other guys, I’d beat the shit out of them.
“So, what memories came back?”
Irene pressed her index finger to her lips, spun it in the air, grabbed her head, and looked pained.
“Ah!”
She clapped her hands as if she’d realized something.
“I think the Pope did something.”
“Did something?”
Irene nodded.
“Yeah. I don’t remember what, but I think that’s why I killed him.”
“Hmm…”
The Pope did something… Did he commit some kind of evil act? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have killed him.
“Well, anyway, I’ll have to keep trying so your memories keep coming back.”
“Yeah, please try hard, Maurice. I’ll… try hard too♡”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek.
She was never this proactive with skinship before.
Is the curse having a good effect… or not?
“Let’s do whatever we can to get you back to being the Saintess. We should at least restore your honor before we die.”
“Huh? I don’t want that.”
She chewed on her jerky and tilted her head like she didn’t understand why I’d say that. Even her eyes looked like “ㅇㅅㅇ?”—she really didn’t seem to feel any sense of duty.
“Why?”
“I already lost my virginity.”
“We can just lie about it.”
“You think that’ll work? In the first place, I…”
Irene sighed. She seemed to have a lot to say but held back.
“Forget it. Let’s just live like this. If my innocence gets proven… that’d be even better.”
“I’ll keep helping you from the side.”
“Thanks, Maurice. I’ll be counting on you from now on too.”
She smiled at me. It was a somewhat bitter smile.
“By the way, do you know this?”
I decided to tell her something I hadn’t mentioned until now.
It was so noticeable—how could I not say anything?
“What?”
“Your hair color changes a lot when we have sex.”
Irene made a surprised face and touched her own hair.
I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me. But I’d seen it happen yesterday and again today—her hair kept changing. Sometimes it got darker, sometimes lighter.
It was definitely still in the blue spectrum, but it kept shifting.
“Why?”
Irene tilted her head.
“Is it because you’re the Saintess? Maybe the flow of divine power gets weird during sex and makes it change?”
“How would I know… After the curse, it sometimes changes even in daily life.”
“Because of the curse, huh…”
Irene made a gloomy expression. Now that I thought about it, maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.
“…It’s not gonna turn white when we die, right?”
“You’ll look like an old lady then.”
“Bullshit.”
Irene smacked my shoulder.
This kind of everyday life… isn’t bad. It’s nice.
“Anyway… there’s a pilgrimage route through the Sanctuary on the way to the exile site. Let’s stop there.”
“Why there of all places?”
Irene looked uncomfortable.
“Well, I was a Holy Knight and you were the Saintess. Stopping somewhere like that might help us avoid some criticism. We can at least show we’re repenting, right?”
“That makes sense. Then… let’s go.”
Irene stretched, making her large breasts stand out. The sight made my cock start to grow without me realizing it.
“Oh my?”
She noticed right away.
“Want me to suck it?”
She opened her mouth and made a hand gesture like she was giving a blowjob, flashing a mischievous smile.
“…Please do.”
I couldn’t refuse.
D-99.
Until the day Irene and Maurice die.