Endurance Test: Day 3
“...How the hell did we even manage to hold back?”
The next morning.
We were already on the road to our next destination. We had seen and done everything worth doing at the previous pilgrimage site, so it was time to move on to the next one.
“That was dangerous.”
Last night had been seriously dangerous. Our promise forbade even the slightest contact, yet my cock had accidentally brushed against Irene’s stomach.
The sensation had nearly driven me insane.
I’d felt the urge to thrust it straight inside her more than a hundred times. Just imagining it had pushed my arousal to the limit, and thick precum had spilled out in waves.
“...Yeah. It really was dangerous.”
Irene had been in the same state. The moment we touched, her hips had started moving on their own, as if she were already fucking me in her head. Her pussy kept dripping, like a child drooling at the sight of candy.
We stayed like that for several minutes, minds blank, staring at each other’s genitals while breathing hard and ragged. Eventually we remembered our promise. I turned my back to her and tried to sleep.
Sleeping naked was the rule, so we lay back-to-back again that night, both of us forcing ourselves not to roll over. I’m not even sure I actually slept.
My breathing stayed rough the whole time, sexual excitement pushed to its absolute limit.
Irene was the same.
In the end we barely slept at all. We left the inn at dawn, and only after forcing down some breakfast did we finally manage to push our arousal down a little.
It was as if staying busy with other thoughts and actions kept the sexual urges at bay.
“Morris, honestly… aren’t we kind of amazing?”
“What do you mean?”
“We saw each other completely naked and still held back.”
“Well… I guess so?”
“Maybe we actually have insane patience and didn’t even realize it?”
When she put it that way, it did sound plausible. But it also sounded like obvious flattery, so I flicked her forehead.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“Hey, you were the Saintess and I’m a holy knight. Patience is literally part of the job description, isn’t it?”
Irene thought about it for a second, then let out a soft “Oh,” and nodded.
“I guess you’re right?”
Her newly braided hair, worn over one shoulder, swayed with the motion.
“But, but still…”
“Yeah?”
“Does my new look really look that pretty? Do you like it? You’ve been staring at me nonstop since earlier.”
Had I really been staring that hard?
…It seemed I had.
To be honest, Irene’s new style was both refreshing and stunning. She had always been beautiful, but the fact that the girl who never bothered dressing up because she was the Saintess was now doing so made her even more breathtaking.
…I had no idea why I was having these thoughts about my childhood friend. I really must have been losing my mind from all the pent-up lust.
So I simply.
“…”
Answered by looking away without a word. Admitting everything I felt would have been too embarrassing.
“Look at you getting all shy~ So it’s true? Hm? You really like my new style that much?”
“…Yeah.”
I decided to give her at least that much. Otherwise she would have kept pestering me.
“I like it. The lady at the clothing shop did a great job.”
“…I-I see?”
Now Irene was the one blushing. She turned her face away, avoiding my eyes. I did the same. Somehow the carriage had turned into a box containing only two awkward, bashful people.
She was the one who started teasing, yet here she was getting embarrassed. What kind of contradictory behavior was that…?
We continued down the road in silence until—
“Hey, you two! Stop right there!”
We ran into a group of bandits.
They wore crude clothes made of animal hides, carried dull blades, and had unkempt beards. Their skin was filthy, covered in grime. Ten of them surrounded our carriage.
They must have been waiting in the nearby forest and sprung out when we passed.
“Keheheh! Hand over everything you’ve got!”
“Hey, hey, pretty lady over there~ Wanna play with us for a while?”
“Let’s kill the guy and take turns with the girl! That body’s built for fucking. Heh heh heh heh.”
“…”
Irene and I stared at the bandits with open pity. If anything, the bandits were the pitiful ones. Of all the people they could have attacked, they chose a former Saintess and a high-ranking holy knight. Their luck was abysmal.
“What’s with those looks? Don’t you care about your money and your lives?!”
“You wanna die that badly?!”
“…Morris. As the former Saintess, I command you to kill them all.”
“I was planning to anyway. Trash like this deserves to die.”
“What?! You dare look down on us?!”
“We’ve fucked dozens of women and killed every last one of them! Kahahaha!”
“…Disgusting.”
Irene rested her chin on her hand and sighed. I stepped down from the carriage while she remained seated. I was the only one who needed to move; she could handle her part with just a flick of her wrist.
“Irene, your holy power.”
“Got it.”
A spell created by reversing holy power. It drains the target’s strength and motivation.
Irene raised her hand. Blue light burst from her fingertips, crackling like sparks before spreading out and raining down on the bandits.
“Ugh?! What is this feeling…? My body feels so weak…”
“I don’t have any energy… I don’t want to do anything…”
“I cast Weakening Magic. Clean them up.”
It was a type of spell Irene had created by reversing the flow of holy power. While holy power normally healed, a former Saintess with her level of mastery could twist it into a debuff.
Golden holy power accelerates metabolism and reaction speed.
I channeled golden holy power into my legs. Sparks flew, wrapping around my calves before climbing higher until they covered my entire body. I felt my metabolism and reflexes surge. The bandits suddenly looked like they were moving in slow motion.
—Schunk.
I sliced through their necks at blinding speed. One every five seconds. Two every ten. Three every fifteen. Four every twenty. Five every twenty-five. Eight every forty. Ten every fifty.
The bandits couldn’t even scream before they dropped dead.
I kicked one of the corpses and clicked my tongue.
“Of all the people to run into, it had to be us… Well, dealing with worthless scum like this is part of a holy knight’s duty anyway.”
A high-ranking holy knight famous for his skill—me.
A former Saintess with overwhelming blue holy power—Irene.
Honestly, unless the Pope himself showed up, no one could stop us.
“Ugh, I hate looking at corpses. Can you clean them up?”
Irene covered her eyes.
I had already planned to.
No matter how vile they were, they were still people. Proper disposal was necessary.
“I’ll be quick.”
*
We buried the bandits in the forest and deliberately left pieces of their clothing on top of the graves as a warning.
This road was now safe. No more bandits would be roaming it.
If I was being honest, the fight had made enduring our sexual urges a little easier.
After that, we found an inn along the road and settled in for the night.
Today was the third day of our endurance test. Four days still remained.
“…”
“…”
Tonight’s rule was to sleep naked while allowing contact.
But only hugging. Touching my cock, groping her breasts, grabbing her ass—anything that would heighten sexual arousal—was forbidden.
That would come tomorrow.
Irene and I stood facing each other, both completely naked once again.
Then we embraced. My cock pressed against her stomach again. She stared at it intently, breathing hard.
We couldn’t speak. Or rather, we didn’t dare. If we said anything, it might become the spark that made us break our promise.
We simply held each other, sharing body heat in silence.
Because we were pressed so tightly together, I could feel her nipples harden against my chest. It felt like the slightest touch would draw sweet moans from her and soak her pussy.
She was already wet. Soaked, in fact. If I were to slide my cock between her folds right now, it would slip all the way in to her womb without any resistance.
But I couldn’t. We had a promise.
We were also holding back from kissing. Every so often Irene would look up at my face, her tongue moving restlessly as if asking why we couldn’t at least kiss if nothing else was allowed. I stayed still. Truthfully, I wanted to. My own tongue kept twitching on its own. But we couldn’t.
We had a promise.
After about two hours of staying glued together like that, the precum leaking from the tip of my cock had thoroughly soaked the area around her womb. Her love juices had drenched my thigh.
“S-Should we sleep now?”
“Y-Yeah… let’s do that.”
At my suggestion, Irene nodded. But neither of us moved to separate. We almost wanted to just fall asleep exactly like this.
Our eyes met. We realized we were thinking the exact same thing.
We held hands and moved to the bed, where we continued to hold each other without moving.
My cock kept nudging her stomach, which was dangerous, but sleeping naked while embracing each other like this was both novel and incredibly arousing.
We gazed at each other for a while, then closed our eyes.
Our faces gradually drew closer.
And in the end, we finally—