Chapter 233: Lainella's Fate is Decided by Lainella (26)
Chapter 233: Lainella's Fate is Decided by Lainella (26)
The Saintess, who had arrived without warning, was being completely unreasonable.
I couldn't hide my dismay as I stood before the sobbing woman.
Anyone would feel the same if a woman suddenly burst through their door without a word and began wailing in their arms. To make matters worse, her question was, "Are you tired of me?"
It was the exact picture of a clingy ex-girlfriend trying to hold on.
That alone was a difficult enough situation, but there was one more problem.
It was the sensation of the Saintess’s body pressed against mine.
Her curvaceous form was transmitting a soft, plush sensation directly into my skin.
They say alcohol numbs the senses, but the artistic lines of her body were sharp enough to awaken even my drunken nerves.
That was how erotic her physique was.
I mentally traced the sign of the cross, praying that my patience would hold.
Immanuel, Heavenly God, please have mercy.
"Saintess, what are you talking about? Why would I be tired of you?"
"…B-But!"
The Saintess protested, her voice thick with tears.
Perhaps because she was drunk, her tear ducts seemed especially leaky today.
"Ever since you touched my chest last time… you haven't paid any attention to me! I’ve been waiting this whole time!"
"No, what on earth are you…!"
Startled by her bombshell statement, I hurriedly scanned the room.
Since it was my bedroom, there was obviously no one else there. While I breathed a sigh of relief at that fact, I felt even more bewildered.
What exactly was she trying to say?
However, it seemed like more dangerous remarks would follow if I didn't soothe her immediately, so I quickly began to coax and comfort her.
"Tired of you? How could anyone get tired of you, Saintess? Um… I mean, your divine power is exceptional, and…"
"…So you like my 'Pouch of Divine Power'?"
As she said that, she slyly pressed her breasts against my body.
Squish. Feeling that pleasant elasticity, I couldn't help but recoil in shock.
"No, how did the conversation even get there!"
"T-Then, do you hate it?"
Tears began to well up again in the pale pink eyes looking up at me.
I felt like I was going crazy.
But if the Saintess burst into tears right now, I was the one who would be in deep trouble, no matter how you looked at it.
A man and a woman alone in a bedroom, and the woman starts crying?
And the other person was the Saintess of the Heavenly God Religion.
Forget my social standing; it wouldn't be strange for a religious trial to be held depending on her whim. The memory of her joking about a 'religious trial' suddenly flashed through my mind.
Cornered, I decided to keep trying to appease her for now.
"No, no! I like it! Of course I like it! Honestly, who wouldn't?"
"…R-Really?"
Only then did color return to the Saintess's face.
Seeing the reaction she wanted, I decided to take it a step further. I was just as drunk as she was, after all.
"Of course! Why else would I have used my wish for that? That’s how much I wanted to touch them… actually, I still feel that way now."
The smile spreading across the Saintess's face soon bloomed into full flower.
Her sparkling eyes told me she was somewhat satisfied. I breathed another sigh of relief.
Dealing with drunks was truly the worst.
Now, all I had to do was keep coaxing her.
If I gave her a few more drinks, she would fall asleep like a puppet with its strings cut. Then I could call Yuren, and he would take care of it.
However, my hopes were shattered by the Saintess's next sudden move.
"…Then prove it!"
Before I could even ask what, she squeezed her eyes shut and threw herself onto the bed. Then, spreading her arms wide, she spoke as if urging me on.
"If you like it that much, then do whatever you want with me!"
Why is she being so clingy?
I sighed and wiped my face with one hand, but I couldn't hide the carnal desire that was secretly stirring within me.
Honestly, I was tempted.
Who wouldn't be?
She was a woman with beauty like a work of art sculpted by a god. On the other hand, her body seemed to be the visualization of every fantasy a man could possess.
From her neckline to her chest, waist, pelvis, buttocks, and down to her feet—every curve was like that.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say her body was made to stimulate sexual desire.
Moreover, the Saintess was currently drunk.
If I didn't do as she wished, she might burst into tears again.
It was nothing more than a flimsy excuse.
But for a drunk man to be honest with himself, that much of an excuse was enough.
My hand suddenly pressed down on the Saintess's slender wrist as she lay there. She gasped in surprise, but I had already positioned myself over her as if pouncing.
A sweet body scent tickled the tip of my nose.
The Saintess was panting, her eyes wide. Every time she breathed, the scent of alcohol wafted out, but even that felt charming.
The Saintess's fine skin was now right before my eyes.
Unlike how she had been crying and whining until now, she seemed incredibly nervous as the actual moment approached.
She held her breath as if determined not to be caught by anyone.
At the very least, it was enough to keep her quiet.
I whispered into her ear.
"…Can I really do whatever I want?"
The woman's eyelashes fluttered as if she were trembling.
The Saintess couldn't answer immediately.
With a flushed face, she only repeatedly opened and closed her lips.
No matter what answer came back, I had no intention of refusing.
And so, we waited for a long time in silence for her resolution.
Finally, the Saintess squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
"D-Do whatever you want!"
I let out a deep sigh.
She was a woman who said dangerous things so casually.
It seemed some shock therapy was needed.
With that, my hand gripped her very prominent chest.
"Hng… Ahhh?!"
With just that, the Saintess twisted her body slightly and let out a sweet nasal moan.
I was the one who ended up flustered by that erotic sound.
The Saintess also seemed surprised, covering her mouth with her free hand. Avoiding my gaze, she muttered as if making an excuse.
"I-I was just startled… just startled…."
"Then, shall I continue?"
The Saintess didn't say anything back.
She simply gave a shy nod.
I felt a slight sense of amusement at the fact that the usually prickly Saintess had become so docile. So, I intentionally squeezed and released the hand gripping her breast.
"Haa, ngh… Haaah?!"
The Saintess's soft flesh distorted its shape freely according to the pressure I applied. The resistance felt in my hand proved its elasticity.
The sight of the Saintess writhing slightly each time was a magnificent view.
It was a situation where carnal desire couldn't help but surge.
The Saintess's breathing had become ragged before I knew it. I wasn't sure, but mine might have been the same.
I was just trying my best to pretend otherwise.
Her soulful, pale pink eyes looked up at me.
"I-Ian……."
Her voice was meltingly soft.
In her drunkenness, in the flickering moonlight, in the heat and the light, and in some unknown emotion, the woman's stiff posture crumbled.
It was a complete disarmament.
My heart, which had initially thought I should restrain myself, began to waver.
The Saintess was a truly beautiful and charming woman.
I had only refrained from touching her because I thought of her as a flower on a cliff; it wasn't that I felt no attraction to her.
On the contrary, I had ignored it because I felt like I would become her prisoner the moment I let my guard down.
Alcohol makes everything soft and fluid.
Willpower and self-control.
Reason and the distance between a man and a woman.
And even a woman's body.
The Saintess pleaded once more.
"I-Ian……."
I had no choice but to hesitate again.
Was it right to do this while drunk?
I couldn't even distinguish what was desire and what was sincerity.
As I hesitated, the Saintess's pale pink pupils shook.
She looked anxious.
The moment I saw that, a surge of emotion rose in my chest.
After a moment's hesitation, our faces drew closer.
Since it was the first time for both of us, I didn't even know the proper order.
However, as if led by instinct, the lips of the two of us narrowed the gap between them.
The sweet, sweet scent of alcohol was hot and humid.
It was a temperature capable of melting one's mind.
The Saintess showed no sign of rejection.
It was a submissive attitude, as if she would follow whatever I did.
Therefore, the responsibility for all these actions lay solely with me.
Though it was the Saintess who seduced me, I was the one who made the decision.
Our gazes crossed in silence.
And just as we were about to press our lips together as if possessed.
"…M-Master?"
A voice thick with moisture reached my ears.
I felt like I had heard that trembling tone somewhere before. Realizing what was about to happen, I let out a deep sigh and sat up.
The Saintess was staring at my bedroom door with a dazed look.
Standing there was a sobbing girl.
It was Senior Elsie.
Only then did I snap back to my senses.
Right, what was I trying to do?
The burdens placed upon me were still heavy.
It was a long and arduous journey where I might lose my life while trying to save the world.
I didn't have time to be leisurely playing at love.
Even so, I couldn't immediately think of what to say to Senior Elsie.
Shocked, Senior Elsie looked as if she were about to turn into a stone statue on the spot.
"U-Um, Senior Elsie? Actually……."
Senior Elsie squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.
The girl fled, scattering tears behind her.
In her hand, she held a small water flask. My heightened sense of smell picked up the scent of honey water.
It seemed she had come to check on me, worried about my hangover.
Feeling terrible, I reached out to stop Senior Elsie, but then let out a deep sigh.
This was already the second time.
The second time I had been caught by Senior Elsie in a strange atmosphere with the Saintess.
Seeing Senior Elsie sobbing like a puppy abandoned by its owner, my heated brain felt like it had cooled down instantly.
I let out another deep sigh.
The Saintess, perhaps flustered, couldn't say anything.
"…I'll explain it to Senior Elsie. You should rest for now."
With that, I tried to stand up.
Until, at the last moment, a faint look of determination flashed in the Saintess's pale pink eyes.
Slide. The Saintess's legs wrapped around my body.
It was such a natural movement that I couldn't even resist. Come to think of it, among the secret martial arts of the Holy Kingdom, there were techniques that used the legs.
My upper body collapsed again, covering the Saintess's body.
When I was too surprised to say anything, the Saintess spoke with an erotic smile.
"…For now, no thinking about other women besides me."
Then, the Saintess whispered into my ear.
"Think only of me. You promised, didn't you?"
I had never made such a promise.
But it was hard for me to overcome the Saintess's temptation.
The mood had already shifted, and new fuel had been thrown onto the carnal desire that was burning like a wildfire.
More than anything, the Saintess's voice as she said that caught my attention.
In her tone, which carried a faint tremor, I could feel her anxiety.
And so, my eyes met the Saintess's once more.
With the moonlight as a backdrop, just as a strange atmosphere was about to be created.
"…You total bitch!"
A scream that echoed through the nighttime mansion erupted from the doorway.
It was incredibly loud.
At this volume, it would likely be heard even in the courtyard where the banquet was being held. I had no choice but to jump up in surprise once again.
The Saintess also hadn't expected this development, as she looked visibly flustered.
Senior Elsie was standing at the door, huffing and puffing.
With a kitchen knife in her hand.
Crackling sparks of electricity were gathered on the blade.
My gaze momentarily went blank. I hadn't expected Senior Elsie to go as far as bringing a kitchen knife.
In the first place, Senior Elsie's lightning magic was dozens of times stronger than a kitchen knife anyway.
Regardless, Senior Elsie continued to shout with a voice full of resolve.
"G-Get away from my Master! You big-titted bitch!"
"…B-Big-titted?!"
At that insulting remark, the Saintess had no choice but to spring up as well.
Her pale pink eyes were now filled with shame, anger, and annoyance.
"D-Did you just say everything you wanted to say?!"
"Yeah, I did! You have nothing going for you but those tits… how dare you covet my Master?!"
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Right, come to think of it, we were all drunk.
Listening to the two women's argument that made my skull throb, I trudged over and poured myself a drink.
Then, I downed it in one go.
Only then did it feel like my headache was subsiding a bit.
"Ha, big-titted? Th-Then what about you? Can you even seduce Ian without those 'tits'?"
"…M-My Master isn't seduced by mere tits like those!"
"Pfft, ahahaha… for someone saying that, you've interrupted Ian and me twice now, haven't you? You should have just stayed holed up in your room crying like last time!"
In the end, I let out a deep sigh while halfway through pouring another glass.
"Both of you, stop it… everyone can hear you."
Already, the sound of murmuring voices was approaching my bedroom.
My face was turning red from sheer embarrassment.
This was the incident that became the catalyst for Senior Elsie becoming increasingly strange.