Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Novelpia-Style Saintess
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Just what was that?!
Violet's eyes widened like a startled rabbit as she paused the video playback, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation that had just prickled through her entire body moments ago. The platinum-haired woman, her asshole impaled on a cock and squirting love juices in little spurts, was frozen in place as if time itself had stopped.
Of course, she wanted to keep watching what happened next, but with something strange happening to her own body—no less, the body of a saintess who served the Goddess—this wasn't something she could just brush off.
Violet, still sprawled face-down like a hamster, cautiously lifted only her head from the bed and peered down at her lower abdomen, where that odd tingling had coursed through her moments before.
"And just now, right here..."
Her gaze shifted to her left index finger, which felt an especially crisp chill like early autumn air, just like her lower abdomen. Alternating between her finger and her belly, Violet extended a trembling hand toward the pure white panties that felt embarrassingly damp, just as they had during the day.
"This is... where urine comes out, though..."
Like someone feeling pangs of conscience while doing something terribly naughty, Violet rolled her eyes every which way as if she had nowhere to look, her heart pounding fit to burst—yet she couldn't stop staring at her stained panties and the hand inching toward them.
"Ugh, uuuuh...?!"
No... it's surely soaked in urine and filthy. I shouldn't touch it...!
She groaned in distress, inwardly screaming at herself not to touch it, even as a bead of clear sweat trickled down her cheek and slid along her throat with a loud gulp as she swallowed.
Violet's hand descended like a bird succeeding in flight for the first time, wobbling unsteadily until it landed atop her panties.
And the moment her cautious fingers finally rested on the pure white fabric—
"Hua...?!"
Violet finally exhaled the breath she'd been holding and sighed in relief.
"It must've been my imagination after all."
Perhaps she'd unconsciously empathized with the platinum-haired woman in the video, who writhed as if struck by lightning each time she took the man's member inside her.
It was very saintess-like behavior—guiding lost lambs back to the righteous path and sharing in others' pain...
"How are you gonna sleep like that later?! What're you gonna cover yourself with, what're you gonna lay on?!"
"I-I'm Master's bed and blanket, so what're you worrying about for...? Nngiiiit...♥"
"Hik!"
The moment she resumed playback, the slapping sounds resumed, and the fierce coupling continued between the unidentified man and the naked woman as they ground their pubic bones and asses together.
Violet froze in place, unable to pull her hand away from her crotch. Checking her body's state had briefly restored her composure, but it seemed to have backfired.
Slap slap! Squish squish!
"In all the world, I've never seen anyone go at it so... so fiercely...?!"
The relentless sounds of flesh colliding, the lewd squelches from their genitals joining—the vivid scene of copulation that no book could convey.
"I saw it earlier today, but... gulp..."
She'd definitely watched this man and woman entwined earlier that day. It wasn't her first time, so she'd keenly observed the video and noted how the woman's massive tits were a rare sight on the continent.
She'd sworn to uncover the identities of this man and woman, vowing over and over before even touching this forbidden object—
"She's... she's happy about it... Even getting fucked so wildly while completely naked, without a stitch of clothing..."
It didn't look like a house or anything—it was a courtyard. Even if it was surrounded by mountains, there was no guarantee no one would come by. Master and slave or not, basic human decency demanded at least clothing—
Yet the woman in the video didn't cry out in agony or suffering from the cock ravaging her.
On the contrary, she seemed immensely pleased by being fucked in such a state, smiling with erotic bliss utterly devoid of any negativity—a picture of pure happiness.
"Getting pounded like a beast... why...? Even as a slave, how can she be left so utterly naked without even a single rag to wear...!"
Of course, thrusting a sword hilt into her own asshole while claiming it was "for Master in the courtyard" already suggested she wasn't right in the head. But that might not have been her own will.
Like one of those old tales where a ridiculously evil mage manipulates someone's mind.
Violet had assumed the woman was being violated against her will, but the genuine smile at the corners of her mouth revealed she truly enjoyed this life.
Saying such things about this depraved coupling and these fallen people might strip her of her qualifications as a church saintess, but she couldn't utter a falsehood.
"...She loves him. Truly, from the bottom of her heart, she loves the man who reduced her to a state worse than a beast's—and she wants him even more."
They were no paragons of justice and light like the Goddess they served, benevolent to all. But of this, Violet was certain.
The suspicious master-slave bond between this lewd man and woman wasn't some trick or scheme—it was an unbreakable connection of soul to soul, just like hers with her fellow believers.
From daytime onward, she'd branded that woman an obvious enemy, clinging to a sliver of hope—but she was wrong. That woman, who had so deeply embraced her own fall of her own volition,
was an enemy they had to defeat.
Violet steadied her still-racing heart with deep breaths, calming herself as she now fully recognized them as enemies of the Goddess. She glared at the crystal orb like a holy knight pursuing heretics.
She sought any further information on them—identities, weaknesses, anything.
And then—
"Still haven't come to your senses?! And stop playing around—squeeze with all your might! So damn loose, what good are you?!"
"Yesssss! I'll squeeze! This sow will atone to Cock-sama with her asshole...♥"
"I've been noticing it for a while now... why does that woman keep...?"
Was it because her own crotch—the place where urine came out—kept drawing her fingers there?
Why did she keep prodding that spot, her pussy gaping wide like a living mouth, so different from Violet's own? Did it mean something?
As if aware of her scrutiny, her left hand—still resting idly on her damp but unchanged panties—began slowly mimicking the platinum-haired woman in the video, circling the wet area.
"Why does she keep touching here...?"
Did rubbing there somehow aid in the copulation with that man? She wasn't feeling that prickling sensation anymore—why?
Violet didn't stop moving her hand as she glanced sideways at the crystal orb, eyeing the lewdly spread pink pussy. She murmured as realization dawned.
"Now I see—it's a different hole. Not the urine hole, but another one."
The spot where the woman jammed her own fingers was a bit lower than where Violet was touching. She'd been rubbing the wrong hole.
"This hole a little lower down...?"
She didn't even know what it was for, but every month for a certain period, it made her groan in agony like some illness.
I definitely remember seeing blood from this hole...
Of course, since becoming the Goddess's saintess and reborn anew, she no longer suffered such pain and had stopped paying it mind. Back then, she'd thought it was the Goddess testing her...
"C-could this be her weakness?!"
The woman had repeatedly thrust a sword into her own asshole to "train" herself. Then this hole—which, unlike Violet's, didn't close—might be getting finger-fucked for training too?!
Unaware that this was the proper passage for love between man and woman, for bearing children, and fulfilling the Goddess's sacred duty, Violet mimicked Eleonora by lowering her hand.
Of course, not directly like Eleonora—just lightly over her soaked panties.
"Just a little touch... just a little..."
Who knew what might happen?
It had tormented her so badly in the past, making her bleed—touching it might hurt again.
But she couldn't back down now either.
In the end, she had no choice but to squeeze her eyes shut.
"Uuuu... Here goes!"
With that cute little cry, Violet reached toward her other hole—her pussy—biting her lip in anticipation of sharp pain. But contrary to expectations, nothing happened. She tilted her head and opened her eyes.
"...Nothing happened?"
It didn't hurt. No blood came.
"Rubbing it slowly like this... how should I put it? The throbbing from earlier feels a bit better... Hmm, so maybe this is the weak spot?"
Rub rub.
In the end, she'd have to experiment on her own body to find out.
It didn't hurt at all—rather, it seemed to soothe the hot, throbbing ache in her crotch.
Violet thus resolved to gently stroke her panty-covered pussy while refocusing on the crystal orb.
"Hua... haa... It doesn't feel like much, not like that prickling earlier—just a bit cool, nothing special. Yeah, no big deal."
Besides, letting her lower abdomen keep throbbing like this wasn't good...
And so Violet rubbed her pussy, over and over.
She kept rubbing her pussy until dawn broke and the morning sun rose—peeking into realms a saintess should never explore.