Chapter 138
Chapter 138
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: Christia - In the Bathroom (3)
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Christia knew it all too well. Well, not entirely, but at least her eyes and ears were more open to this sort of knowledge than Violet's, she thought.
After all, as the Saintess's guardian against any strange influences, she had personally reviewed every book in the church's library. And among them, there had been a surprisingly large number of suspicious texts—especially those with explicit sexual content and knowledge.
Of course, that meant she knew better than anyone (or more precisely, better than the Saintess herself) the cause of the bizarre phenomena happening in her pussy, as Violet had just described.
She was in heat.
The Saintess's mind and womb, which had been a blank slate until now, had finally awakened to the laws of nature, the role of the female, and her instincts—thanks to the revelation from the Goddess showing her that man and the platinum-haired woman.
'This quickly? No, that's not it...'
The trigger was also something she could easily predict.
It was that day.
The day Violet had nearly been devoured by that vicious corrupt energy.
The corruption that had tried to invade her back then must have affected the Saintess in some way, causing her body to react.
'...No, that's not enough on its own.'
For one thing, they had been investigating the cause of the brothers' deaths at the time.
With emotions swirling chaotically and corrupt energy mixed in, there hadn't been anything there to spark sexual arousal.
What Christia didn't know was that Violet had been secretly spying on that man and the platinum-haired woman's beastly sex through the crystal orb whenever she had time, fearing Christia would try to stop her from uncovering their identities.
All Christia could do was guess that some unknown factor she wasn't aware of—something she hadn't witnessed directly, unlike the Saintess—must be the cause.
But one thing was certain: the main reason her pussy was twitching right now was because she had seen that man and the platinum-haired whore fucking. Christia was convinced of it.
'Having witnessed intercourse between a man and a woman for the first time, the Saintess's body—which had been as pure and blank as a white sheet—is now advancing toward full womanly maturity.'
That was exactly why past Saintesses had never been taught anything about sex. They were far too vulnerable. Having lived their entire lives in the church, their untainted purity was both their greatest strength and weakness.
A pristine white sheet brought peace to the soul just by looking at it, but the moment even a single stain appeared, it could multiply into two, three, and more in no time at all.
Especially something as addictive as sexual pleasure—once tasted, it was incredibly hard to quit!
That's why she had to step in. No one else could. As mentioned before, the church's gender ratio was overwhelmingly male-heavy, and handling something like this was the role of a fellow woman and Holy Knight Captain serving the Saintess!
'Now that she's already been exposed to sexual knowledge like intercourse, it's actually safer in the long run to teach her how to relieve it herself.'
Perhaps the Goddess knew this too, and had deliberately shown her that revelation as a warning not to leave her in ignorance, lest something unpredictable happen. It might have been the Goddess's way of guiding her: against a man who brazenly exposed himself and excited female knights into depraved whores by making them watch his sex, purity alone wasn't enough—she needed knowledge of sexual matters.
The method was just a bit too rough.
But in a way, that was for the best.
'Right now, the Saintess is worried this might be some illness. She doesn't even realize she's sexually aroused. So I need to teach her how to deal with that pleasure on her own.'
Even the word "pussy" coming from her mouth had come from the platinum-haired whore during their fuckfest, as she begged for her cunt to be pounded. Who knew when she'd pick up more vulgar terms and knowledge like that?
It was too late to tell her to stop now—she'd already learned too much.
In the end, Christia steeled herself with a deep breath, resolved that she would do anything to protect the Saintess, even if it meant breaking taboos. Violet, her eyes wide as saucers, asked,
"A way to deal with it?"
Such a method existed?
Unlike Violet's unexpectedly fervent gaze, Christia felt pangs of conscience stabbing at her.
What she was about to do was, in a sense, defiling the Saintess.
"Yes. Watch my actions from now on closely. If similar symptoms appear in the future, this will be a great help."
Probably...
She'd spoken confidently as if she knew something, but in truth, Christia only had vague knowledge in her head. She was a pure blank slate herself—no experience with men, not even a single romance.
Violet and she were practically the same in that regard, fifty-fifty. But if she faltered here, she could easily predict Violet's reaction, so she was just pretending to be unfazed.
"P-Please teach me, Christia...!"
"Eek...?!"
Did Violet know her heart was pounding like it might burst? But ignoring her duty out of guilt would be fleeing her responsibility as a Holy Knight Captain!
If she was sinning in this act—if she harbored petty, ugly desires to defile her pussy—the Goddess would judge her directly.
Christia began firmly rubbing Violet's pink pussy again, prepared to humbly accept a lightning strike from a clear sky if it came (though a Holy Knight Captain of her caliber wouldn't die from mere lightning).
"Hiiiiiik...?!"
"First... like this, on your... pussy, Saintess."
"P-Pussy?"
"Try not to use that word... Hoo... Yes, rubbing the pussy like this."
She just needed to press with her thumb, but it was still fixed wide open, spreading Violet's pussy. Her bent index finger pushed up the plump mound, naturally creating a pinching motion between thumb and forefinger on the pussy mound.
"H-Hiiik... S-Something weird is h-happening...!"
Tremble, tremble!
As the kneading, pinching rubs on her pussy mound increased, the intensity of Violet's trembling grew stronger too.
When Violet had first spread her pussy open to observe it, her trembling had been like a newborn fawn's shaky legs. Now, it felt like being dropped naked onto the frigid barbarian highlands.
"It's weird, so weird...!"
And with her slender body came that quivering voice.
When that nightingale-like voice—always so gentle and loving—trembled, Christia thought to herself.
It was her fault.
The Saintess was trembling because of her indecent act. She had made the Saintess shake like this.
'Me, of all people! The one who serves her closest!'
"Hic...?"
"Ch-Christia...?"
"It's nothing. Remember this feeling well—the motion of my hand and the sensation in your pussy under it."
"Y-Yesssh...!"
'Goddess, do not lead me into temptation...!'
A mad wave of guilt surged from her chest, but she reminded herself this was necessary and kept her hand moving.
"Like this, keep rubbing around the pussy, tormenting your pussy with your hand like this."
"Doesn't it go in the hole? Like sticking a finger in the pussy hole...?"
Suddenly,
Christia's hand stopped.
Of course, she had considered it. Among the suspicious books she'd censored, some described relieving lust by fingering one's own pussy.
But if her guess was right, Violet didn't even realize what that hole—the vaginal opening—was for yet.
"No. This area is very sensitive and delicate; you could hurt yourself badly if you're not careful."
"A-As expected of a woman's weak spot?!"
Weak spot? What did she mean?
She'd only meant to scare her a little, but weak spot? It wasn't wrong, but did she need to react like that?
Christia tilted her head in confusion, then quickly put on a stern voice as if scolding her.
"Yes! You could even make it bleed if you're careless! That's why I'm teaching you a way to handle it without inserting a finger! Like this, a way without putting it in...!!"
"Hiiiiiik?!"
As Christia's hand movements grew more intense, Violet stiffened rigidly without resisting once, letting out shrill screams.
Seeing the vaginal folds between her spread fingers start contracting wildly, Christia instinctively knew she was about to climax. She said to the bewildered Violet,
"Can you describe how you're feeling right now?"
"It stings and tingles, but also my nipples are itchy and pulling tight, and something... feels weird... Inside my body, in my lower belly, like a huge dam about to burst, teetering on the edge, like a calm sea right before a storm...?!"
As expected—just as Christia predicted—Violet was on the verge of orgasm. Unbeknownst to her, fresh white milk was already oozing from her nipples in puffy droplets,
and the clitoris, once hooded, was now peeking its head out.
Normally, cooling a woman's heat was a man's role, but for a Saintess who must remain pure, that was out of the question!
So, give her an equivalent stimulus!
"At this point, when it feels like something's about to burst, pinch your clitoris hard."
"Pinch... here...?"
"Yes, pinch and rub it. Would you like to try it yourself, Saintess?"
"Y-Yes...!"
Gulp!
Even as Christia kept rubbing her pussy, Violet looked up at her trustingly and took a deep breath.
'Yes. I need to figure out those two's identities, so I can't let my head spin like this! Th-This clitoris sticking out like this is surprising, and p-pinching it scares me a bit, but...!'
She was the Saintess! Christia believed in her too! No need to be afraid!
After several deep breaths, Violet reached for her fully erect clitoris and carefully grasped it with thumb and forefinger, just as Christia had instructed.
"Pinch hard and pull upward."
"L-Like th-this, o-oohhh?!"
Pssshhhhhh-!!