Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: Christia - In the Bathroom (4)
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She had quite literally put all her strength into it—just as Christia instructed—grabbing her own clitoris like she was pinching it before twisting and flipping it upward.
Without any fancy technique, simply pinching and flipping it with her fingers produced a pleasure incomparably greater than the nights she'd rubbed herself over her panties. Violet forgot even the fact that Christia’s face was pressed against her pussy right there and squirted a fountain of love juices all over the spot.
‘Ah, aaah… Christia…!?’
But that dizzying pleasure only lasted a moment. Once Violet realized what she’d done, she hurriedly lowered her head—and sure enough,
Christia’s face was a mess, just as Violet had feared, drenched in her love juices. Not a single spot on her eyes, nose, or mouth had escaped the soaking.
Even her beautiful golden eyes hadn’t been spared; it wasn’t just her eyelids that were coated—the love juices had splashed directly onto her eyeballs.
“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, Christia!”
“Gulp… It’s fine. More importantly, how do you feel now?”
“Huh?”
Christia looked up at her calmly, without a hint of displeasure, as if asking if something was wrong. The saintess let out a small gasp at the sight before mumbling blankly, the heat that had vanished so cleanly from her mind and body leaving her dazed.
“It doesn’t hurt at all. I feel strangely refreshed somehow… My pussy doesn’t hurt either. It’s like I’ve been reborn…”
“Well done.”
Splash—
“Christia?”
Only then did Christia pull her hands away from the saintess’s spread pussy, wash her face with the bathwater, stand up from her spot, and step out of the tub. Violet called after her, but
“I forgot to offer a prayer to the Goddess. I plan to stop by the chapel.”
“Then I’ll—!”
“Don’t you need to clean your body again after what just happened, Saintess?”
“Huh? Eeh?! I’m covered in sweat…?! ”
She was surrounded by water, yet she alone was drenched in sweat! When did that happen?!
‘More importantly, what’s this tingling in my breasts… Milk?!’
Breast milk?!
Did that mean she’d been leaking milk back in the chapel without even realizing it?!
‘I thought it was just sweat—no, that’s not the point?!’
“M-Milk is coming out! Christia! Milk is coming out! I-I…”
“I, Christia, can vouch for the Saintess’s purity.”
“Ugh…”
Still, how could breast milk flow from the breasts of an unmarried virgin? It was her first time. She hadn’t lived a particularly long life, but milk flowing from her breasts like this was definitely a first.
She was a pure virgin, just as Christia said.
Yet for milk to suddenly start leaking overnight—what an embarrassing situation.
Christia gazed at Violet, who had begun frantically wiping the milk flowing from her breasts, and murmured softly.
“In a way, this could be the Goddess’s guidance.”
“Pardon?”
What did she mean by that?
Violet, still wearing a troubled expression, asked again, and Christia replied,
“As the word suggests, breast milk has symbolized maternal love since ancient times. I’ve heard that sometimes, when women lactate without marriage or childbirth due to their constitution, people question their purity…”
“Eek?!”
Violet hurriedly covered her breasts, where milk was still leaking, with her hands. Christia gave a small smile and continued.
“But for milk to start flowing the very day you received His revelation… Is it mere coincidence?”
“Ah!”
Then was this also part of the Goddess’s plan?
To befit her position as saintess, so she wouldn’t falter at horrific scenes(?) but instead protect the good with a mother’s heart, like this milk—had the Goddess made her lactate for that reason?!
Of course, the Goddess’s intentions were unknowable, but as the saying went, interpretations were more important than dreams themselves. There was no need to view it negatively.
Violet let out a sigh of relief and looked for Christia, who had steadied her panic, but she was already in the changing room beyond the bathroom, redonning her armor.
“Your lactation is a blessing on the scale of the continent itself, but if unsavory sorts use it as fodder for rumors to slander you, Saintess, it’s best kept secret for the time being.”
“Ughhh… Yes…”
‘Yeah, that makes sense…’
A pure saintess lactating from her breasts—what perfect gossip bait for the rumor-mongers.
Violet, her face beet red once more, dunked herself into the tub. Christia gave her a small bow and began heading out of the bathroom.
“I’ll see you in the office.”
“Y-Yes… Ughhh… I’m sorryyy…”
Once Christia’s beautiful silver hair had completely vanished, Violet suddenly tilted her head, sensing something off.
Christia always finished bathing ahead of her, but she seemed a bit rushed, somehow. For a moment, her ears had looked bright red…
“Must’ve been my imagination! More importantly, I need to wash up quickly…?!”
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Clank, clank.
Christia, now back in the changing room and clad in her armor, exited the bathroom and headed straight for the chapel as she’d mentioned.
Clank clank clank!
But for some reason, her steps felt off—too hurried, perhaps? Anyone who knew her would note that the ever-just, expressionless Holy Knight Captain Christia, who maintained her composure anywhere, anytime, was moving far faster than usual.
She looked almost like she was fleeing from something, but fortunately, no one saw Christia in that state.
Bang—the chapel door, which she’d carefully cracked open for Violet’s prayers as usual,
Now, in her urgency, she flung it open with both hands. Christia rushed toward the goddess statue, which smiled benevolently as if understanding any commotion, knelt before it, clasped her hands, and began to pray.
“To the great Mother of this land, I confess my sins…!”
She confessed her failure to maintain utmost composure when she should have, above all others, during that crucial moment of receiving the Goddess’s revelation.
Her lapse into intoxication from the saintess’s sweat-and-milk-soaked form and the thick violet scent wafting from her, using the excuse of supporting her body to try shoving her nipple into the saintess’s mouth.
As the knight captain serving the saintess, as a holy knight, she admitted her fault in letting inexplicable strange emotions distract her.
But the sin she truly wished to confess to the Goddess was something else.
“To dare, to dare… not only spread open Your representative’s pussy and profane it, but to gaze upon Your representative and…!”
Violet didn’t know, but under her own hands, as the saintess writhed like a newborn beast, pussy toyed with,
Seeing the saintess tremble so pitifully, her own pure pussy twitching in arousal just like the one before her eyes—without her even realizing.
She was a holy knight! Serving the same woman as her saintess!
To get aroused by the saintess’s seductive trembling under her own hands.
Others might say the saintess was so alluring even another woman would fall, but
She was the knight captain who served the saintess closest of all.
‘From now on, the Saintess will come to me, Christia, for counsel whenever such issues arise again!’
What would become of her then?
Would she remain the noble holy knight confessing her faults to the Goddess like this?
Could she swear she hadn’t looked at the saintess’s pussy with the same vulgar gaze as that platinum-haired woman earlier? Could she swear she wouldn’t in the future?
Of course, she vowed she wouldn’t, promising to learn from this mistake and ensure it never happened again.
But the problem was that Christia had already glimpsed the taste of Violet, the taste of female flesh.
The problem was her mouth flooded with the saintess’s violet-scented love juices.
The problem was her body now remembered and savored the scent of the saintess as a female.
If it were just the love juices, she might manage somehow, but the issue was tasting the cum of a bitch gone wild under her own hands.
Her sensitive senses, honed to the master realm as Holy Knight Captain, had already tasted the saintess’s female essence. From now on, every glimpse of the saintess might recall that flavor, craving it.
“Please, please forgive this foolish sinner’s ugliness, and guide this sinner onto the righteous path ahead…!”
She was already a sinner who had forsaken the Goddess’s guidance.
Thus, she sought not guidance, but teachings.
Until she could reclaim her role as the Goddess’s sword.
At that moment, as a tear rolled down Christia’s cheek and plip onto the floor—the sinner who had confessed more earnestly than anyone, without a shred of falsehood—perhaps the Goddess was moved?
Fwaaaah—!!
“Ugh, what’s this?!”
From the stained glass halo above the goddess statue’s head, a rainbow glow poured down immense holy power toward Christia.
“What is this?! This massive holy power, this brilliance and radiance even greater than the Saintess’s…?!”