Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Saintess Violet (3)
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“Hng, ugh...”
“Saintess?”
>Is something wrong?!
>Just moments ago she was gulping and swallowing hard, and now she's letting out these strange moans from her mouth?!
>Christia, who had carefully backed away on the spot to check Violet's condition, completely shielding her body with her own shield, turned her head sharply one last time to scan the surroundings.
>Even though the chapel interior was secured as safe, she still glanced around cautiously with sidelong looks before carefully lowering her head toward Violet.
>“...”
>In this situation where nothing unusual had occurred aside from the wind that had blown through earlier, she took a moment to check Violet's state and immediately let out a groan upon realizing it was unstable.
>As expected of the Holy Knight Captain who had escorted the Saintess here, it wasn't just that she had quickly sensed something off from Violet's appearance—anyone could tell at a glance.
>Honestly, even someone who had never seen Violet's face before would easily notice that something was wrong with her just by looking at her ears flushed bright red.
>“Saintess?”
“Hng, huuuh...”
>‘What in the world is He showing her...’
>Could the Violet, who always wrapped her heart in a warm, sunflower-like benevolent smile, really be suffering like this, even sweating?
>Was this perhaps a trial? A test from the Goddess, disguised as a revelation, to see if the Saintess was truly prepared to face the threats ahead?
>She herself was a Holy Knight who offered her faith and sword to the Goddess, but unlike Violet, she couldn't communicate directly with Him or receive revelations.
>No matter what she was seeing or what trial was upon her, all Christia could do was protect Violet with her life.
>“Haaah...”
>Once again, Violet shuddered, her cherry-like delicate lips parting to release a breath hot enough to ignite.
>True to her name, the Saintess trembled with a pure violet floral scent on her breath, then suddenly swayed. Christia set her shield and sword down slightly and grabbed Violet's staggering shoulders.
>“Saintess?”
“Haa... haa...”
>Violet continued her prayer, hands clasped tightly, ignoring Christia's calls entirely. Christia watched the Saintess worriedly as she kept exhaling hot breaths, seemingly unable to hear her.
>But after 1 minute passed, then 3, then 5...
Christia felt something was off again.
>“Ngh...?”
>It wasn't that Violet was strange.
She felt like she herself, the one watching Violet, was becoming strange somehow.
‘W-what... what's this weird feeling... this haziness like I've been drinking...?’
>Was it a ticklish feeling in her chest? Her face flushed, soaked in her own sweat, and she couldn't clear her head amid the vibrating violet scent filling the air from all sides.
>It was a familiar smell. Definitely Violet's unique body fragrance.
>She had often slept in the same bed with the young Violet, who used to be scared to sleep alone before becoming the Saintess.
>This floral scent was certainly from Violet's body, but why was it so intense?
>From sweating so much? Yeah, maybe that was it. Even now, her sweat had drenched her Saintess robes so thoroughly that they clung to her like the tights Christia wore under her armor—from her shoulders, to her modestly plump little breasts, her slim waist from simple meals, and down to those hips she'd glimpsed earlier.
>“I heard normal sweat is secreted by the body to cool down an elevated temperature as self-defense, but what the hell is this...!”
>She was sweating this much, yet her fever wasn't subsiding—instead, the heat was intensifying, making even Christia's cheeks feel toasty.
>Could that wicked corruption have struck the Saintess again? She'd checked several times, but the veil and robes that detect evil still gleamed pure white, so at least that was a relief...
>“Hngh, huuuuh...”
>‘Something... seductive? Is that the word...’
>It wasn't the sticky allure of a cheap prostitute in sleazy clothes that she'd once seen while volunteering for disease relief with Violet as the Goddess's Saintess and knight.
>It was something pure yet seductive, pounding at the hearts of those watching.
It kept reminding her of rapeseed flowers.
>What blasphemous thoughts!
>Christia hurriedly pulled her hands from Violet's shoulders, snatched up her sword and shield again, scowled fiercely, and whipped her head around.
>Even thoughts had their place—some to have, some not!
And in a situation like this? Seductive?!
>How could she think something so irreverent!
>No matter how much she swung her ponytail and scolded her own weakness...
>“Ah, aaah...”
“Saintess?”
>Violet swayed again, unable to hold her posture, and began tilting forward.
>Christia panicked, tossing her sword and shield aside and barely stopping her just before her face smacked into Christia's breastplate.
>‘That was close—a disaster almost happened.’
>Violet was undoubtedly facing a trial from the Goddess right now. Otherwise, her whole body wouldn't be burning like a fireball, soaking the floor this much.
>In this state of strong mental connection with the Goddess, she wouldn't wake from ordinary noise, but if something like physical shock forcibly snapped her out of it, like just now...!
>Unable to predict what might happen, Christia sighed softly at having tossed her weapons to catch Violet.
>“Mmm... muum...”
“...?!”
>But what was this now? Suddenly, Violet's lips began mumbling.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ ‘Uwaaaah...?!’
>“H-how... is it? Are you, capturing it well! This El#^!(# having sex with Master, this sow fulfilling her true duty— are you recording it properly!!”
>Meanwhile, Violet was blushing bright red at the platinum-haired woman's boldness as she screamed at the top of her lungs, one leg and hand hooked over the man's shoulder, her asshole still impaled on his cock, leaning her upper body back like a tango dancer.
>‘Her face still isn't clear, but somehow... I can guess what expression she's making, what look she's giving...?!’
>Earlier, she'd thought their sex was like a passionately burning flame.
>But now, watching them not only show their sex to the orcs but have it drawn like this, with the platinum blonde screaming shamelessly and the man calmly pumping breeding semen into her guts, Violet revised her impression.
>They were a raging inferno.
Not just burning for themselves, but an infernal blaze spreading flames to everything around, like hellfire.
>‘Haa... proof right now— even I, my body is heating up... haaah... gotta pee...’
>Even in her spirit form, her crotch tingled; she couldn't imagine what her flesh body looked like.
>But Violet desperately burned the sight of their sex deep into her eyes. Unlike last time, being so much closer now, she thought she could spot distinctive features on their bodies.
>Slurp-slurp!
>For example, no idea why, but despite sticky semen flowing like a stream from her piss hole (pussy), he kept ravaging the sow's asshole without a care.
>‘G-good heavens... now the c-cock... the male organ is so white with semen... ngh! That's not it!?’
Again!
>For example, that woman's platinum hair and those bursting breasts!
Such radiant platinum hair was rare on the continent; just that might let her guess who...
>Slurp-slurp!
>“Hiiiit... semen, the semen filling my asshole mixing with Master's cock... the b-best...♥”
>‘Hyak?!’
>The platinum blonde, legs spread in an I-shape with one foot on the man's shoulder, suddenly sat up like doing a sit-up, her face rushing right in front of Violet's eyes.
>She parted her lips demanding a kiss, sticking out her tongue vulgarly. With that face came the slobbery smooch, the fleshy feast of cock and asshole mixing—Violet unwittingly let out a shrill scream.
>‘N-not even her face fully shown yet, but with this beauty, I'd have to know her...!’
>Slurp, mmm, smack, smoooch?!
>‘Uuuuh...!’
>Was kissing always like this!?
>‘The sleeping princess in fairy tales... no, maybe that's why she had to wake up...?!’
>Too stimulating. Far more vivid than the crystal ball last time, the raw sight of man and woman flesh mingling was melting the innocent Saintess to her naive views on relations, like ice under summer sun.
>‘Ahem! K-kissing means nothing to me! I'm an adult too! Of course, as a s-saintess I must keep pure so I can't... but anyway, that's not the point!!’
>Body features!
>Since it was this vivid, maybe she could spot that scar from last time! That faint scar on the belly might give a clue...
>She gulped nonstop, desperately averting her eyes from the tongue-twining spectacle.
>‘I-I'd noticed before, but that thing on her breast... didn't that hurt...?’
>This time, it was the platinum blonde's bursting tits and the ornament dangling there.