Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Saintess Violet (5)
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While Violet was continuing her solitary, agonizing struggle all alone...
"Haa... haa... ha... hee..."
"Saintess...?"
Christia, who was escorting Violet, was growing increasingly anxious at the sight of the saintess staggering about, her breaths coming in hot, ragged gasps.
She couldn't bring herself to grab hold of Violet, lest it distract her from her guard duties, but focusing solely on protection left her worried that the saintess might stumble and bash her head against something, just like before. Caught between the two options, she was at a loss.
"What on earth are you seeing? What trial has He bestowed upon you to make you suffer like this...?"
If Violet, who was currently witnessing the utterly depraved public display between Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora, had heard those words, she would have sighed in relief, grateful that she alone could communicate with the Goddess.
Of course, the mere(?) Holy Knight Captain Christia had no way of knowing this and could only fret restlessly, stamping her feet as she waited for Violet's consciousness to return.
"Hng...!?"
"Oh no!?"
Clang! Thud-!
And sure enough, the moment Christia glanced away to scan the surroundings, the saintess's body swayed and began to topple sideways. Christia hurriedly tossed aside the sword and shield in her hands, just as she had before, and carefully caught Violet.
'This won't do.'
She had assumed it would be a simple revelation, over once the message was relayed. But it had already been thirty minutes. Revelations or oracles usually lasted no more than ten minutes at most—this was clearly abnormal.
"Please be careful..."
"Haa... y-yes, of course...!?"
Knowing her words wouldn't reach, Christia murmured anyway as she gazed at Violet's flushed, suffering face and labored breathing.
"...This won't do."
She couldn't intervene between the saintess and the Goddess, but as the Goddess's sword and the saintess's shield, she couldn't ease her pain—yet she could at least provide a safe place for her to return to.
Support the saintess so she wouldn't fall.
Perfect her guard duty.
What kind of Holy Knight Captain serving Violet would she be if she couldn't manage both?
Her resolve was swift, and her actions already underway. Christia began removing the chestplate of her pristine white plate armor, shaped like an eye with cups molded to her breasts.
First to come off were the shoulder pauldrons, bearing a mantle with a red cross on a white field, befitting a Crusader of the Goddess Church.
They had to be removed first to unfasten the breastplate—a necessary step. With the gauntlets off too, her arms were now fully bare.
Now all that remained was to unbuckle the belt connecting the front and back of the breastplate...
"Ngh..."
But her hand hesitated at the belt.
Removing it would leave her in what people commonly called semi-nude—topless, her upper body exposed. Normally, one might wear something like black tights underneath,
but with the recent hot weather making sweat uncomfortable, and the breastplate already accommodating her breasts,
for various reasons, taking it off would leave her upper body completely bare. It was only natural for a woman to hesitate.
"Showing my breasts is one thing, but my stomach... my navel...!"
But her internal conflict lasted only a moment. As the saintess began to sway again, Christia unbuckled her belt without a second thought.
'Yeah, so what if my navel shows? It's no big deal.'
With the belt undone, the breastplate fell away, fully revealing her pristine white upper body.
Her beautifully shaped, ample breasts—even a bit larger than Violet's head—jiggled as the cool outside air made her pink tips stand erect.
But Christia paid it no mind and quickly stepped in front of Violet, kneeling down just as she was.
She gently cradled the back of Violet's head and guided it to rest against her own chest.
"Nng... The saintess's face against my bare breasts...!?"
She had steeled herself for it, but what was this feeling? Overwhelming honor? Or shame at her own irreverence, being semi-nude in this sacred chapel, even if circumstances demanded it?
"Haa..."
"Hii...!?"
Christia flinched involuntarily at the hot breath from the saintess's mouth, pressed to her cleavage. But she ignored the warmth blowing against her nipple
and fully leaned Violet against her chest before grabbing the sword and shield rolling on the floor to fulfill her duty.
Exposing her breasts or navel to someone? For Violet's safety, she could bear it a thousand times over.
That was why she had resolved to strip in the first place. Christia clenched her jaw, the heavy weight in her hands making her teeth grind.
As if vowing never to budge no matter what—even if the world ended right then—she scanned the surroundings with fierce determination to stand by Violet.
But did she realize?
That the true enemy lurked within.
"Haa... hiii... hueee..."
"S-Saintess, wait...!?"
With Violet's head pillowed on her chest, her hot breaths flowed down Christia's sternum straight into her navel.
But mere breath, she could endure.
The problem was that Violet wasn't just exhaling hot air.
"Hnum... slurp... mnum..."
"Ah... Saintess... biting my breast...!?"
No sooner had the hot breath escaped than Violet opened her mouth and began gnawing on Christia's breast. Christia tilted her head at the initial faint pain,
but as time passed and Violet's head shifted buried in her chest, the sensations from various spots made it clear: she was biting, sometimes sucking.
Yet Christia merely gritted her teeth and endured.
'Ahh... what is this? The saintess is suffering so much, and all I can do is hold her frail body like this...'
What immense future vision, what looming threat, what sight could torment her this badly?
The saintess, always saving them with the Goddess's benevolent smile, lost in such agony she didn't even notice she was biting flesh...?
Smack, smooch...
The sound echoing through the chapel.
The noise of the saintess sucking on the breast mound she had been biting.
Christia glanced around furtively, then leaned down to gently detach Violet and adjust her position, embarrassed by the saintess's unconscious act.
But the moment she saw Violet's face, Christia had no choice but to set her sword aside.
"Saintess...!"
She was utterly soaked. If before it had been mere post-exercise sweat, now it was as if she'd stood under the blazing sun for an hour or two.
Her legs twitched uncomfortably, sweat trickling down her neck into her plump, soft breasts.
Desperate to cool her even a little, Christia reached for Violet's dress, grasping the neckline to fan it open for better airflow.
But,
"Saintess... your breasts...!?"
Why were her breasts especially drenched? Lifting the fabric revealed something emanating from them.
From her cute pink nipples—pure and virginal—came a white, creamy liquid, unsuited to an untouched maiden, seeping out bit by bit.
"Haa... haa..."
Breast milk? No, for the saintess, it should be called holy milk.
"Why is this...? I've heard before that some constitutions make even unmarried virgins lactate."
The saintess's purity? As a Holy Knight who had served her since childhood, Christia had watched her grow and could vouch for it.
But purity wasn't the issue now.
'Again... again...! My chest is heating up, something's surging inside again...!?'
Unlike the mild arousal from inhaling Violet's intense scent earlier, something incomparable pounded her heart and made her hands twitch.
Like the urge to pet a cute puppy or kitten, her hands trembled uncontrollably.
"Mnum... chup..."
"I-I have to... stop her..."
Gulp...
Carefully lifting Violet's chin, Christia tried to correct her posture. To press her forehead back into the cleavage, preventing further biting or sucking.
But why?
Why were her hands—the ones that wielded heavy swords with ease—shaking as they held Violet's chin?
Why?
Why did her golden eyes, pursuing righteous justice, now alternate between her own pink nipples and the saintess's lips?
Gulp...!
Once more, Christia's nostrils filled with the fragrant violet scent. As Violet's pale purple hair and serenely closed eyes reflected in the stern Holy Knight's golden gaze,
"Mnum..."
"!!"
Violet's tightly shut eyelids began to stir.