Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Eleonora's Day (6)
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No way. It can't be. There's no way.
Don't think about it.
The Saintess felt like she might faint right then and there from the pitch-black cave(?) looming before her eyes and the relentless squelching sounds echoing in her ears, but she desperately shook her half-twin tails in denial.
'Right! There's no way! It doesn't exist! How could a woman shove a sword into her... her asshole... her anus...'
"Hah... hahaha... Who would've thought... Who would've dreamed that this worthless Eleonora would one day shove a sword into her own asshole." Every time she tried to say her own name, some interference crackled through like static in her ears, but that was nothing compared to the familiar woman's voice that kept timing its intrusions perfectly—right when the Saintess was steeling her resolve.
She finally gave up denying it and accepted the truth.
The woman panting lewdly with those nonstop squelching sounds was indeed shoving something into her own asshole.
'Something... just something... not a sword.'
Of course, she refused to admit it was a sword. Who would want to acknowledge that she was embedded in some unknown woman's asshole right now?
But how long could such a flimsy denial hold?
In the end, the Saintess bit her lip and admitted it.
Those were the relics of her brothers who had gone to the Goddess's side.
The moment she accepted that the Crusaders' swords—forged with the old master's soul—were being defiled in that lewd woman's hand... no, her asshole... she felt her composure shattering.
Even as the old master's fury pulsed toward her now, the Saintess clenched her teeth and ignored it.
'I knew they were vulgar scum, but to defile even the relics of the departed...!'
This went beyond merely insulting the dead.
In the hands of that woman and the suspicious man, they were insulting her departed brothers—the Crusaders called the Goddess's blades—their comrades, the old man who forged their swords, and even the Goddess herself who had guided the Saintess to bestow them. It was nothing short of blasphemy that would enrage the heavens.
Squelch... squelch...
"To grip it this tight like this... ngh. Master's semen makes it so slippery... But a sow knight like me has to overcome trials like this..." "Eek?!"
As if refusing to give her even a moment to seethe alone, the woman's lewd acts resumed. Until just moments ago, the Saintess had been quietly fuming, but now—like a hamster spotting a cat—she unwittingly pulled her hand from the crystal orb and recoiled.
The shadowy cave that had loomed before her vanished, replaced by the familiar sight of her office filling her vision.
But her relief was short-lived. Clutching her pounding chest, the Saintess gasped for breath.
She needed to confirm what she'd just heard at the end.
"Se... semen? Semen is definitely... what animals need to make babies... to make children..."
The Saintess serving the Goddess had doctrines demanding her purity, and Holy Knight Captain Christia was always by her side. She'd never even had a proper romance, let alone experience with men.
And now, out of nowhere: asshole... semen...
Her face burned with anger at her brothers' desecration and the unfamiliar stirrings of lust, leaving her mind in a haze.
"C-Come to think of it, I've heard... that beasts mate through their... their asshole... their anus!"
Of course, that was about cloacas—birds handling reproduction and excretion through one hole—but as someone who blushed like a pubescent boy at dirty words(?), without even basic heterosexual experience, how could the Saintess know proper human intimacy?
They'd never given her proper sex ed, fearing it might awaken the sin of lust in the pure, chaste Saintess.
Human curiosity didn't spare even her.
The Goddess's directly chosen Saintess after centuries couldn't lose her purity to mere curiosity.
So Christia and the church officials had strictly blocked all sexual knowledge, censoring every book in the church library repeatedly.
But who could've known?
One day, curiosity sparked by birds frolicking in the courtyard led her to a neglected book on avian ecology.
Who would've thought that from it, the Saintess—whose knowledge had been limited to "men and women holding hands in a room overnight makes a baby"—would learn even rudimentary sexual facts?
They'd worked so hard to block sexual curiosity, only for a trivial innocent one to undo it all in an instant.
The silver lining: it wasn't detailed human sex ed, so she hadn't reached advanced topics(?) like penises or vulvas.
Her misfortune now: mistaking bird reproduction = baby-making, she held shallow knowledge equating "bird mating = all creature mating."
And worst of all, she was witnessing Eleonora—who had abandoned everything for cock—and heard her say semen was in her asshole.
'Semen... in the anus... to make babies?!'
It started with one book and idle curiosity.
A carelessly left book deemed harmless and curiosity about cute birds had planted false sexual knowledge—now cemented in her mind by Eleonora's words.
'D-Does that mean she's shoving a sword into her most vital organ right now...?!'
To the Saintess, Eleonora's current state looked like jamming a sword into the baby-making organ—a woman's most precious body part.
"Huaaa...?!"
Steadying her spinning mind with a prayer to the Goddess, the Saintess spoke.
"Whew... Yes, perhaps that woman defiling my brothers there is just walking a mistaken path due to evil corruption. No, it must be."
Wasn't saving lost lambs the very mission the Goddess gave her?
Arming her mind with surging faith and sense of duty from deep within, she slowly reached for the crystal orb again, reconnecting her consciousness.
"First, I need to learn who that woman is...
But every time she tried to say her name, strange static interfered—like permission ended there.
Meaning the Saintess had to see the woman's face or something with her own eyes...
What to do? How? As her consciousness linked slowly to the sword, she pondered. Then, as if remembering, she muttered.
"There were two swords!!"
Yes, the first sword's shocking position had distracted her, but there were two swords. Two brothers died there, so two swords—and she'd followed two soul pulses.
Now, amid the resuming lewd moans and squelching, she connected to the soul in the remaining sword.
The moment she thought this would unravel the woman—Eleonora's—identity...
"Every hip shake scrapes the sword hilt up my asshole like this... pfuhuhu... ♥" 'Heek?!'
Suddenly, an abalone appeared before her eyes. A ravenous, platinum-furred, lewdly pretty abalone, its pink innards spread wide begging for food, drooling white saliva(?).
"What if I stab like this? It only gets poked when Master thrusts from behind like a beast, but if I pin Master down and grind my hips in circles on top... mm, not bad. It stimulates my asshole just right." 'Wh-What is she doing!? That thing!?'
The other sword was nestled between Eleonora's thighs.
She was shaking her hips back and forth, mimicking Sin Seon-dong's beastly pounding from behind, swinging(?) the sword in her asshole—and it lay right there in her crotch.
And right in front of the Saintess's nose...!
"A piss hole wriggling like that... G-Good heavens...?!"
It was a total culture shock.
That piss hole (pussy) gaping its mouth like that!
'Mine doesn't look like that! Why is that urination organ doing that?!'
With knowledge limited to beast mating at best, the Saintess dubbed the pussy her shallow mind's "piss excretion organ."
"As expected, not being my sword makes it a bit uncomfortable... No! A sow knight for Master must always be ready for surprise attacks even during sex with him. And since it's not cowgirl position, greatswords are basically sealed anyway..." Wriggle... wriggle...
As Eleonora's pussy peeked and groped for cock right before her eyes, the Saintess seemed to lose all anger and composure, flailing in speechless panic.
Yet somehow, her gaze couldn't tear away from Eleonora's pussy.
"M-My place down there is all tight and closed...! Is that what a mature woman's excretion organ looks like?!"
The Saintess, freshly turned adult this year.
Eleonora's lush body, ripened by males' semen, unwittingly drew heated breaths from the pure Saintess—who didn't even notice—as she stared at the pussy flapping before her and muttered.
"Christia's was tight like mine too..."
Acting all grown-up!
Recalling Christia's during their baths, the Saintess gulped repeatedly. For some reason, staring at that lewd abalone(?) kept heating her lower abdomen.