Saintess Yuria's Second Fatal Mistake♡
About a week had passed since Yuria's clitoris vanished. She had been struck with profound shock—and a faint flicker of anticipation—but nothing happened, and her daily routine flowed on unchanged. She organized magical artifacts, pieced together fragments of the shattered hero statue, and researched hellish spells and doctrines alongside the kingdom's mages and priests as part of her saintess duties. After that week, Yuria was simmering with frustration.
"Kr... grrr..... Ahhhh....... Ha....♡"
Yuria had slathered slime mucus from an illicit adult shop all over her body and was now pleasuring herself alone in her room. She gently rubbed around her outer labia and teased her prominent nipples with exquisite pressure. Legs splayed wide on the bed, she masturbated desperately, but it wasn't enough. As a saintess, she couldn't indulge in a promiscuous sex life. Naturally, a protective spell safeguarded her vaginal entrance to preserve her virginity. Any attempt at penetration triggered a fierce guardian spell that punished the intruder. She could dispel it, of course—but the moment she did, the temple's high priests would notice. They'd investigate every detail of the circumstances. If they discovered the saintess had willfully defiled her own "virginity," the punishment would be severe.
So despite her lewd, man-tempting body, Yuria couldn't have penetrative sex. Anal was possible, but her ass seemed numb—she couldn't feel a thing. Asking a trainer to break her in was out of the question. That left clitoral masturbation as her habit.
"Damn♡ Fuuuuck♡♡ My cli, my cliiiit♡♡ is goooone♡"
Between the sturdy thighs she spread wide, her crotch was devoid of a clitoris. Flat flesh covered where it should have been. Because of that, she hadn't been able to climax lately. No matter how she teased her nipples or shoved things up her ass and shook, her own efforts fell laughably short of orgasm. It felt good, sure. But she couldn't reach the peak.
"Climax♡ Climaaaax....! Come on.... Nn♡ Grrruuuh...!♡♡"
Even trembling her whole body to savor every sensation did nothing. She wanted her clit back, but she couldn't leave the capital. Regenerative magic was useless—it wasn't "damage."
"Ah.........! Roooar........!"
The saintess writhed for ages, pinching her nipples, before finally collapsing onto the bed in defeat. She wanted to quit being a saintess. Since childhood, she'd been nicknamed Gorilla or Bull. Average height, but her thighs, legs, and raw muscular power were immense. With such overflowing strength came overflowing lust. She knew it herself. She wanted to grab any man and fuck like animals. Scream in ecstasy as she came hard.
"Haaa...."
But right now, sex was off the table—and her clit was missing. No sensation from the teleported nub was a blessing, at least. But also a curse. Her mana was draining bit by bit, proof it was being "stimulated" by something. Yet with no feeling, she couldn't know what horrors it endured. Anxiety was inevitable.
After her unsatisfying session, Saintess Yuria rose again.
"Well, nothing's felt anyway, so I can handle it slowly. Locating it shouldn't be too hard."
Another month slipped by.
One month later, inside the capital's cathedral. Yuria's eyes widened as she repeated herself.
"Pardon?"
"The remnants from the collapsed succubus mage tower in the western reaches are rampaging. Strange tentacles and other monsters are threatening the ecosystem and the populace. Many researchers around the tower and adventurers got wiped out."
"......."
"Hm? What's with the face?"
At the high priest—the archbishop's—words, Yuria flinched and forced a laugh.
"Ah, haha~ Nothing at all~."
The archbishop frowned but let it slide.
"...Take the battle nuns and holy knights and completely exterminate the remnants. That's your mission."
"Yeees~."
Yuria replied with feigned nonchalance—acting bored on purpose.
....This is bad, isn't it?
From what Yuria had gathered, the succubus mage tower was damaged beyond reconstruction. Had her teleported clitoris—her clitoral nub—rebuilt it? A month and a week was plenty of time, sure. But the cause being her own clit? A profoundly awkward feeling.
She was lustful, yeah, but not that perverted. Not the type to detach her clit, offer it to tentacles like a parasite to suck her mana.
"You look displeased. Something ring a bell?"
"...Yes?!"
It sure did. The male archbishop said gravely,
"The old you would've charged in, thrilled."
"Th-that's... umm~."
How to deflect? Yuria racked her brain, then hit on a perfect excuse.
"It's that time of the month for me~."
She clapped her palms together and pressed them to her cheeks as she spoke. The archbishop's face soured instantly.
"......"
"If you don't know what 'that time' means, I can explain~ Women get this every month in their womb—"
"—Enough! ....Sigh. Do you have no sense of responsibility as a saintess?"
Sense of responsibility as a saintess? As if.
"Of course I dooo~. That's why I'm heading out to purge the monsters now, right?"
She quipped playfully, then gathered a small group of nuns and holy knights and boarded the train west. About a day until arrival. In her habit layered over combat gear, Yuria clenched her fist. Feeling the weight of the massive war mace on her back, she vowed to smash whatever was toying with her clit.
After a long trek, Yuria arrived in the west and gazed at the ruined mage tower. What was once tower-shaped had become a colossal meat heap. Recent research revealed the succubus mage tower was a hellish giant earthworm beetle, modified. So the dark-red flesh mound in the desert was the larva's body, and the stark white, rigid bits its bones.
"Talk about a creative concept."
Gripping the handle of her mace slung on her back, Yuria advanced toward the larva corpse with her six subordinates. No rot stench, surprisingly. Instead, a salty seaside tang mixed with overpowering fishiness. The knights pinched their noses, repulsed on instinct.
"Looks dead from here...."
The giant larva corpse was dead. Just not rotting. Still, a dead behemoth over a hundred meters wide. The surface was littered with obstacles and unidentifiable bones like ancient ruins, visibility poor from strange grayish steam.
As they advanced, scanning surroundings, the ground under a walking nun gave way with a squelch.
"Kyaa?!"
Like when Yuria had offered herself to the tentacles recently—her body sank into a pit, everything but face and arms. The nun was slowly extracting herself, her comrades on alert, pulling her up. But as she neared the edge, her body halted. Then something yanked her downward.
"—Wait, something below... Hiiiieek?!"
The fair-faced nun's features twisted in horror. Her milky skin paled blue; she flailed her arms in seizure-like panic, trying to escape.
Ah. Yeah, that's the stuff....
"Hiiik!? No, NOOOOOO!!!!! Hweeeeeek?!!"
Not quite a saintess, but virginity mattered to nuns too. Trained to shun sex and loathe hellish beasts, the sensation of countless tentacles on her body must be pure nightmare fuel. Yuria, with her iron stomach, was the freak here. Even dunked in a shitter, she doubted they'd react like that.
Yuria sighed sharply and hefted her mace, smashing the ground around the nun.
BOOM!!
The earth quaked violently; the shock hurled the nun and knights a few centimeters into the air.
"Nooooo.... Huh?"
The trapped nun's scream cut short as she looked down. The tentacles froze as one. With help, she clambered out smoothly.
"You okay~?"
The nun nodded at Yuria's question.
"Y-yes... But how?"
Yuria lifted her mace.
"Knocked 'em out with the shockwave. The tentacles hiding underground."
"Ah..."
Enough to launch people airborne. What chance did buried tentacles have?
"Hurry and purify, find the source and eliminate... Nah. You all guard the perimeter. Keep any monsters from escaping."
"Pardon?"
The holy knights and nuns tilted their heads.
"Scale like this? I can solo it. Better you hold the line, stop the spread~."
They nodded, convinced. Saintess Yuria can handle it.
....Truth was, she didn't want them seeing her clit get played with by the enemy.
If they learned she'd been relieving lust with tentacles, accidentally let her clit get kidnapped without noticing, and caused this mess? Embarrassment aside, it'd be dishonorable discharge.
Yuria still wanted her cushy life. So she gave a prepared excuse, and they bought it, withdrawing.
.....If they hadn't, I'd have forced them back....
Yuria gripped her mace tight.
Anyway, look forward to it. Whoever you are, for tormenting my kidnapped clit—that sin gets repaid by this justice (mace)♬
Leaving her subordinates behind, she advanced alone into the fallen giant larva's corpse field.
This was Saintess Yuria's second fatal mistake.