Chapter 137
Chapter 137
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Christia - In the Bathroom (2)
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Did I hear that wrong?
No, I must have misheard it.
'Unless... how could such a vulgar word for a woman's privates come out of the Saintess's mouth...!'
I had to have misheard it.
"Saintess? What did you just say...? I think I didn't catch it properly because of the sound of the bathwater. So..."
"...My pussy feels weird!"
Squeeeal!
My pussy feels weird-! Feels weird-! Weird-! -! -!...!
Christia had tried desperately to deny reality, but Violet's words echoed off the antique white marble pillars of the grand bath, nearly making her black out on the spot.
Splash!
"Christia?!"
She had almost actually passed out.
She had always lived without forgetting for even a moment that she was a holy knight serving the Saintess, so she considered losing consciousness in her presence the ultimate blasphemy against her duties.
Fortunately, since she was in a bath filled with warm water—the very place where she had just fallen flat on her butt—it ended with her legs merely giving out beneath her.
But more importantly, where on earth had she picked up such a vulgar word?
She remembered personally censoring any suspicious books that might corrupt the Saintess's purity since her childhood, just in case. So how...?!
'That's not the point. That's not important... The Saintess, blessed by the Goddess so that her menstruation never comes— for her to say her pu, um, privates feel uncomfortable! In a way, this is a crucial ma...?!'
Splash! Splash!
"Are you okay?!"
"Saintess?!"
Christia tried to pull herself together and ask about it.
But this time, the Saintess—pure and kind to a fault—was the one interrupting her.
Violet had simply rushed over in worry because Christia, who had always stood steadfast by her side through any storm, had suddenly collapsed with her legs giving way.
But the timing couldn't have been worse.
Christia's mind was a mess from the word "pussy" that had come out of the Saintess's mouth. She tried to push it away, but it was like telling someone not to think of an elephant—the image popped right into her head.
Just like that, Christia couldn't stop fixating on the Saintess's smooth, hairless pussy.
"Please wait just a moment! N-not right now?!"
'If you come over here right now?!'
As if teasing her with fate's cruel joke, her eye level was perfectly aligned with the Saintess's privates. Christia flailed in panic at the sight of Violet's cute, tightly closed pussy filling her golden eyes.
"I'm fine! I've just been tired lately!"
"Ahh?! Why are you squeezing your eyes shut like that...? Did something happen with your eyes that made you fall!?"
"My eyes are perfectly fine! Look, see? My eyes are fine, urk?!"
She had squeezed her eyes shut to signal she was okay, but when she opened them, the Saintess's pussy was even closer than before. Christia hurriedly lifted her head.
And after a moment, she noticed something off.
'It doesn't... feel weird at all?'
From the moment that word "pussy" had left her mouth, Christia had been panicking like she was having a fit, but Violet—the one who had actually said it—didn't show the slightest hint of embarrassment on her face.
Even though they were both women, one would expect some shame at being so blatantly exposed. Christia's own face was burning just from looking.
Yet the person showing it off wasn't blushing at all—in fact, she seemed more worried about Christia who had fallen into the bath.
'I don't know where or how she learned it, but she must just think of it as a normal word for a woman's privates.'
If she knew what it really meant or how it was used, there was no way she'd react like this. Still, no room for complacency. Christia tried not to focus on the pussy right in front of her eyes as she cautiously asked,
"Saintess, forgive me, but... where did you hear the word 'pussy'...?"
The word "pussy" itself wasn't inherently bad, but it was the kind of crude term that floated around in vulgar mouths—something that never should have come from the Saintess, something she couldn't possibly know.
"Ah! Well... in the revelation the Goddess showed me, there was that platinum-haired woman I mentioned before..."
Goddess, what on earth did you show her...!!
She wanted to scream in frustration right then and there, but she couldn't in front of the Saintess—and certainly couldn't blaspheme the Goddess.
Exercising superhuman patience, Christia instead directed her criticism toward the "platinum-haired woman who paraded around naked outside, flashing her privates to everyone and engaging in filthy intercourse."
'Of all people, why learn it from the world's most depraved slut!'
She was already the prime suspect in killing her brothers, so what better excuse could there be?
After hearing from Violet about the secret place in the black mountains, the orcs there, the mysterious man who appeared, and the whore she just mentioned, Christia let out a groan and said,
"...Our brothers have gone there, so we'll have detailed news from that place soon enough."
"...Yes, I hope so."
For some reason, she wasn't properly sensing their soul links, which felt a bit unsettling, but there was nothing they could do now except trust her brothers.
She exchanged a glance with the Saintess, thinking that...
"So anyway... my pussy keeps tingling, so I was hoping Christia could take a quick look..."
"?!?!"
Now Violet was blatantly shoving her pussy right in Christia's face, making the Holy Knight Captain stumble back in turn.
Startled half to death, Christia backed up until she felt the edge of the bath behind her. Violet tilted her head, puzzled as to why Christia was reacting this way, and approached her with a patter of splashing water.
'That feeling again... this weird sensation...!'
Violet slowly approached, splashing water toward her. Unlike Christia, her pussy was completely hairless, and as it drew closer, Christia felt her heart pounding again.
Like earlier, her hands kept twitching uncontrollably.
She couldn't even meet her eyes.
"Jeez! Why do you keep avoiding me?!"
"I'm not avoiding you?!"
Unaware of Christia's turmoil, Violet continued approaching the silver-haired holy knight with her innocently pure gaze.
Something was definitely off— no matter how she looked at it, the situation was strange.
"It's weird. It feels like I need to pee, but no urine comes out, and my pussy just keeps stinging..."
"...?!"
Even so, Christia considered the possibility and steeled herself. She was the Holy Knight Captain serving the Saintess—she wouldn't avoid it any longer.
'Yeah, there's no guarantee that corrupting aura from the revelation she saw didn't linger. I haven't seen the vision myself, so I can't know for sure, but... it could happen.'
It wasn't an impossible scenario.
"I was hoping since it's you, Christia, you might know something, so could you check it directly...? I-it's not possible...?"
"When you put it like that, how could I possibly...?!"
Refuse you!
To see the Saintess's pure privates—with her mere holy knight eyes seeing the Saintess's pristine pussy?!
Christia's vision spun again; she was on the verge of mentally checking out.
But as if reading her mind, Violet drove the nail in deeper!
"I can't show it to anyone else... It's a request just for you, Christia..."
"I... understand..."
"Yay! Thank you! Then right away..."
It made perfect sense, thinking about it.
'How could she show that part of herself to anyone else...!'
This line of work was overwhelmingly male-dominated anyway, and she herself had the same kind of reproductive organ between her legs as the Saintess.
If something was wrong with Violet's pussy, the only one here who could properly understand it was her.
The only one who could look at her privates—her pussy—was her.
Gulp...
Her mind reeled with the blasphemy of it all, driving her nearly mad, but since she couldn't rule out the possibility of something actually wrong with Violet's body, Christia resolved to fulfill her duty.
"Then, first... could you show me exactly where and how it feels weird...?"
"Ah, yes!"
The Saintess's tightly closed pussy was now right in front of her nose. As Violet slowly reached toward it—toward her own pussy mound—Christia held her breath.
"Hnn... cha..."
Squelch...
And finally, the moment the Saintess's pristine pussy—which had never allowed any intrusion—parted under her own hand, Christia shuddered involuntarily.
But oblivious to what she was doing, Violet exposed her pink pussy and its two holes right in Christia's face.
Christia reached out, gently parting Violet's vaginal entrance—just below the urethra—with her index fingers, handling it like delicate glasswork, opening the door to that secret garden.
"Haaaahhh..."
"Saintess?"
"I-it's nothing! Just thinking about showing you inside my body makes me a little embarrassed..."
As if she would be.
Even at a glance, it was beautiful—waiting prettily for the husband who would one day come, its folds wriggling temptingly as if beckoning him.
And Christia knew the source of her trembling.
She too felt it down below, a insistent throbbing, just like the cute pussy wriggling before her eyes.
"Saintess?"
"Y-yes?"
"Are you feeling the same symptoms right now as you described earlier?"
"A-a little. Not like it was about to burst earlier, but if this keeps up..."
It might interfere with my afternoon duties!
Christia replied in a slightly trembling voice to Violet's words.
"I'll teach you how to deal with these symptoms when they come."