The Saintess's Carnal Exorcism
Contrary to her appearance, Erden was an incredibly lively person. She had the air of a tomboyish young lady who still observed noble etiquette.
“Using a dryer ruins the clothes too quickly. It’s a hassle, but I do this natural drying one piece at a time for the children’s sake. Moving everything back and forth by myself was exhausting, so I’m glad a boy showed up.”
“I see.”
Even without Marei asking, Erden explained every step as she loaded the laundry into the basket. Since this was a chore he had done often, he stood across from her and helped place the wet garments inside.
Her mysterious aura and the nobility that bordered on the divine had made her difficult to approach at first, but the way she kept talking gradually eased that initial tension.
“Going back and forth a few times is fine, but doing it alone gets so boring~.”
“...Yes.”
That was when his gaze inevitably drifted to the large, rounded curve of her backside visible beneath the nun’s habit. The wet laundry had soaked the fabric in places, causing it to cling tightly and reveal the full lines of her body.
Seeing it, Marei thought that she possessed a figure as lewd as a mother’s. He shook his head, trying to banish the wicked thought.
“You’re working quite diligently. What a good boy you are, Marei~. You’ll make a fine husband someday!”
“Y-you think so?”
Marei had been deliberately keeping his distance from Erden; the slightest stimulation made his cock strain upward. Yet, unaware of his struggle, she kept closing the gap and teasing him playfully.
“After this I need to do some simple cleaning. Help me and I’ll give you dinner! Of course, if you have other plans I won’t force you.”
“If I tell my aunt I was late because I was helping you, she’ll praise me. As for dinner… well… I suppose I’ll eat before I go.”
He had originally planned to help with the cleaning and head straight home, but after glimpsing the way the damp habit clung to her body, Marei found himself agreeing to stay without quite realizing it.
“You didn’t have to work quite that hard.”
“Ah, yes…”
Images of laying Erden down like Labella and ravishing her kept flickering through his mind. Fantasizing that way about an ordinary person was already low, but imagining it of a saintess was unforgivable. Even knowing that, he needed something to escape those thoughts about Erden, and cleaning became his refuge. By the time the fantasies finally scattered and his mind grew quiet, every surface was spotless. Somehow the meal had been prepared as well.
“It was a little bland, wasn’t it? Church meals focus on nutrition first, so the taste always ends up like this.”
“No, it was delicious.”
Marei spoke from the heart, but Erden took it as mere politeness and ruffled his hair even more mischievously. What a good child. He wore an eyepatch over one eye as if it troubled him, yet there wasn’t a trace of resentment in him. A boy who had been passed from house to house and was now in the care of an aunt who had become like a mother. She hadn’t caught the details because he had mumbled them, but perhaps it was precisely because he was so good that God’s mercy had touched him.
Seeing a child who had reached a place no one could enter without permission—thanks to the barrier she had erected as a saintess—Erden felt the stirrings of some unknown fate.
“Um… doesn’t your eye bother you? Shall I fix it?”
“Huh? No… this is…”
Marei hastily covered the eyepatch with both hands, looking flustered. Though he seemed tense, the strange excitement in his posture made her think, What an honest boy~.
“Actually, your big sister is a very famous priest. I share miracles with those who need them. The divine power granted by God is limited, so I can only do it a few times a year. But the fact that you came all the way here makes me believe it’s divine guidance. I can even heal a blind eye. How about it? Would you like me to fix it?”
At Erden’s sudden offer, Marei nodded before he could stop himself. It was closer to a curse than mere blindness; that was why he had grabbed her hand as it reached for his eyepatch.
“This… they told me it’s more of a curse than blindness. My mother was a shaman. There was a powerful curse… so that others wouldn’t see me…”
“If it’s a curse, that makes it even easier. Just leave it to your big sister, all right? She’s super, super famous as a cleric.”
Seeing her confidence, Marei had no choice but to nod. He slowly removed his eyepatch.
“Hmm……”
Erden stared at his left eye for a long time, then let out a small groan as if troubled.
“An ancient curse? It feels almost like a blessing… I can’t tell……”
“Can you remove it?”
When she sighed and began muttering under her breath, Marei sat quietly and waited.
“Um, well… this is… so… j-just a moment……”
She sweated as though in pain, twisting her body while reciting prayers. Then she opened her eyes, scanned the room, bit her lip hard, and began chanting the prayers even louder.
“Are you all right?”
Instead of answering, Erden slowly collapsed onto the table. Prayers continued to spill from her lips. Her large breasts pressed against the tabletop as she rested her forehead on her clasped hands.
“Ugh… this… mm……”
Seeing her break into a cold sweat and groan, Marei moved to her side. The thin habit was soaked with perspiration and clung to her, outlining her magnificent figure. Doing his best to ignore the tension gathering in her lower belly, he examined her.
“Ah?! S-Sister?”
Like a nimble predator, Erden lunged forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace. When a woman far larger than him threw herself at him, he staggered and fell backward.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, but… just… just a moment… really… just a momeeent……”
Erden clung to him, trembling. Hot breaths kept pouring against his ear as she panted; her condition was clearly abnormal. Was this some kind of seizure? Not knowing what else to do, Marei could only hold her tightly in return.
“Aww… this can’t be……”
Tears glistened in Erden’s green eyes. She clung to him as though she might collapse at any second, breathing hard. Her other hand rested awkwardly between her legs.
“Sister Erden, are you okay?”
“This can’t be… I… aww… ugh……”
She refused to meet his eyes, muttering to herself. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her gaze resembled the one Labella had worn when she pounced on him.
“Sister…?”
“S-stop… just a moment…!! D-don’t call me… don’t caaall me…… ngh…!”
Erden stammered in confusion. No—her violently shaking voice sounded almost terrified.
“This… oh God… what on earth… is this……”
It was strange. Yet Marei did not run. A purple-haired beauty staring up at him with sticky eyes just like Labella. Green eyes that looked ready to cry. And the playful, older-sister vibe. It would not be an exaggeration to say he stood there waiting because of the viscous allure this woman—Labella’s complete opposite—exuded.
She’s like Labella.
She was exactly like her. The way she was acting made her seem identical to Labella when she desired him. Marei watched Erden with equal parts anticipation and worry. Deep down, he hoped she would ravish him the way Labella had. No—he hoped he could be the one to ravish this Sister Erden.
“Ah, this isn’t right…”
“Sister Erden.”
“Hngh…! I told you not to call me… ngh… ahh…!”
The moment Marei spoke her name while she was lost in her own world, she shuddered again. Beneath the hand pressed tightly between her thighs, a dark stain slowly spread across the front of her habit.
Marei leaned close to the ear of the woman who looked far too noble to be a nun and gently blew on it, remembering how much Labella had loved it during their acts.
“Hiiiiik…!!!”
Erden’s whole body trembled as she panted. Her face burned crimson as she glared at him, then seized his wrist and yanked him upright.
“S-Sister Erden… th-that hurts!”
“We have to treat it inside. Inside!!!”
Shouting as though issuing a threat, Erden began walking briskly, dragging him by the wrist.
“Follow me!!”
“S-Sister Erden… it hurts…!”
Though only slightly taller than Marei, she hauled him along with a strength that seemed impossible for a woman, pulling him deeper into the monastery. He tried to stop and look back, but her iron grip left him no escape.
“S-slow down…! S-Sister!”
Despite his pleas, Erden seemed deaf to his words. She began dragging him at a pace that bordered on running. Unable to resist, Marei noticed a few glistening drops on the floor where she had passed.
“Lie down there.”
“Ugh…”
It was the same room where they had shared snacks earlier. Marei was tossed onto the bed in the corner like discarded luggage. He shrank back, frightened by Erden’s rough behavior.
She paced back and forth, biting her nails in agitation, then glanced at him and let out a small groan.
“I’m going to exorcise a demon. Even if it feels strange, endure it!”
“What? No, this is—”
Erden roughly tore off her clothes. More precisely, she yanked down the zipper of her one-piece habit. Her breasts, wrapped in a white lace bra, swayed heavily.
Mumbling something too quiet to hear—as if making an excuse—she approached quickly. As the habit slid down, a white garter belt and white over-knee socks appeared over her smooth lower abdomen. In the blink of an eye she was in nothing but her underwear. She climbed swiftly onto the bed, straddling Marei where he lay.
“It’s a powerful demon, so our bare skin must touch directly…”
She stripped his clothes off just as roughly.
“S-Sister…?”
“Stay still. This is an exorcism ritual…”
Her large backside dragged and waddled across the sheets as she moved closer. Marei, now fully aroused, watched her flushed face and ragged breathing and imagined what would come next. His own manhood swelled even larger.
“Sister…?”
“Call me Big Sister Erden.”
She ruffled his hair roughly with one hand. A thick, cat-like smile spread across her lips—the smile of someone who had found a new toy. Her breasts, already large beneath the habit, now revealed an overwhelming presence once freed.
“Big Sister Erden…”
“Shh.”
She pressed a finger to her lips and grinned. Marei found himself unable to speak another word. The white bra—whiter even than the pure skin once hidden beneath the habit. The white panties, now so soaked with sticky fluid that their original color was impossible to guess. And beneath them, the white garter belt connected to white over-knee socks.