Chapter 142
Chapter 142
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: Sleepless Night (3)
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What in the world was she doing right now?
Pressing a man's panties—nothing else—to her nose and inhaling the scent?
Just like blocking her mouth and nose with a towel or cloth to escape a massive fire, she was smothering her nose with a man's panties and greedily sucking in the smell!
She, Christia, of all people!
"Sniiiiif... Hooo... Sniiiiif—! Hooo..."
'This foul stench...! So this is the smell of a man... Just as the books described, it's utterly revolting...!'
It was an overwhelming stench. Were all men's scents like this?
Grabbing it on impulse had been fine. But why was she sniffing it? Even Christia herself had no idea.
Why was she burying her nose in these panties like they were a lifeline, desperately inhaling over and over—not just once, but repeatedly, even now in this indecent act? She couldn't comprehend it.
But,
"Hnn... Sniff...?!"
The moment her left hand—the one that had raced down just before grabbing the panties to torment her virgin pussy—felt the moist dew seeping from the tight slit beyond her neatly trimmed silver pubic hair,
"Sniiiiif!! Haaaa...!!"
Christia found herself inhaling that foul stench once more, for some reason.
"Why... This is a man's scent, the utterly vile stink of a male! The books said it smelled like night-blooming flowers, but this—sniiiif—is far, faaaar more pungent...!"
According to those lascivious books, the groins of men in their prime emitted a fragrant night-flower aroma. Yet this stench invading her nose was anything but fragrant.
"Mixed with sweat whose origin I can't identify, and that sharp, fishy tang, there's still this uniquely overpowering—sniiiiif—filthy smell...?!"
Oddly enough, there was no urine stink from the man.
She had expected it to be there, but even as she kept inhaling, over and over, no trace of that acrid piss smell.
It wasn't disappointing. Absolutely not.
The more she sniffed, the harder it became to pull away, gripped by this strange unease. If it had at least smelled like piss, her body's natural revulsion might have made her stop.
Was that disappointing?
Or,
"Sniiiif, haaa... Sniif, haaa...!"
Was it actually a relief that it allowed her to keep sniffing?
"No way it feels good... This must be the smell of a man's se—semen...! How could I, a Holy Knight Captain serving the Saintess, do something so indecent... Hnng...!"
Christia shuddered at the slick feel of her mucous membranes under her left hand, then buried her nose in the panties again.
But this time, it wasn't a half-hearted press like before. She actively mashed the fabric against her nose, inhaling softly as if savoring it.
Had some change of heart happened in that brief moment?
No, it was simply a realization.
The instant she touched her pussy, with that male scent thrust before her nose, she understood why the Goddess had left her this man's underwear.
"Th-that's right... This was the Goddess's guidance... Fleeting though it was—sniiiif! Th-this smell... It drowns out the Saintess's love juices, even erasing the violet scent from my mind for a moment..."
The moment Violet's love juice scent filled her nose and mind, her body had already sprung into action.
Just as barbarians are tamed by barbarians, and poison by poison, so too must flower scents be overpowered by stronger flowers—such is the Goddess's revelation!
If the pitiful sight of the Saintess trembling under her hand had made her pussy twitch, and tasting and smelling her love juices had sent her into heat, then she would overlay it with an even stronger male scent while pleasuring her pussy.
Of course, as a Holy Knight Captain, it was still utterly indecent.
But it was a hundred—no, a thousand—times better than getting aroused by the Saintess's scent and fingering her own pussy hole. The Goddess must have given her this man's panties on purpose, to correct this perverse natural order of woman aroused by woman's scent.
Christia began to believe this foul stench—this filthy, lewd semen smell—was the Goddess's direct guidance for her.
And finally, as her fumbling fingers passed her urethra and reached her vaginal entrance,
"Haa... Not here, of all places...! Not thiiiis spot... The moment I stick a finger in here... Sniff... Haa..."
Christia desperately shook her head from side to side. But then Violet's image flashed in her mind, and she inhaled deeply once more, thinking,
'No, sooner or later, the Saintess will come to me for the same reason.'
As far as she knew, when Saintesses received revelations from the Goddess, they sealed those memories in memory orbs for future Saintesses—historical records like "such-and-such revelation occurred at this time."
That meant Violet would relive those revelations she'd witnessed today, over and over. Even a fleeting glimpse had left her commenting on the tingling in her privates.
For the Saintess, a far more devout believer than herself, interpreting those revelations would mean repeatedly viewing the scenes she'd seen: the platinum-haired whore fucking in front of orcs.
That would surely lead to repeats of today's events...
'If just soothing around my pussy is enough to satisfy it, I'd ask for nothing more...'
But what if that wasn't enough? Violet would surely come to her. She was the Saintess's most trusted person—her big sister figure.
For some reason, Violet delusionally believed she knew how to cool this body's heat.
And if she responded then with "I don't know either," would Violet just say "Okay, too bad" and give up? No chance.
Right now, Violet was like a puberty-stricken boy obsessed with sex.
She'd likely experiment with curiosity on her own pussy.
And since she didn't even know what her pussy was for, what if she shoved something inside and lost her virginity...?!
"It's up to me... Only I can teach the Saintess how to control herself through sexual pleasure...!"
Overcome it with faith? It wasn't entirely absurd.
But the Saintess was barely an adult, mentally immature, and far too vulnerable to curiosity and such desires.
Even veteran priestesses who'd served the Goddess for decades had fallen to greed and wealth, ending in execution. How could she expect a newly adult Saintess to conquer it with faith alone?
It was like asking a toddler just learning to walk to do backflips.
But no matter the flowery words, the biggest reason she needed to finger her pussy now was—
"My pussy... craves even stronger stimulation...!"
Because of the Saintess's love juice scent—worse, tasting it—and the absurd visual, olfactory, and gustatory stimulation of wringing out and sampling Violet's nectar like fruit juice,
Her body, already more mature than the Saintess's, now hungered for stimulation several steps beyond.
That's why she couldn't control herself, even if she wanted to. Her hand moved on its own.
Simply sniffing this man's semen scent wouldn't calm her body.
This act was meant to overwrite the Saintess's scent etched in her memory, not to soothe her arousal by sniffing.
The only difference was "fingering her pussy while aroused by the Saintess's scent" versus "fingering her pussy while sniffing a man's scent."
She hated both, but if forced to choose?
"Sniiiiif, nnggh...?!"
Squelch
Without hesitation, Christia inhaled the man's scent deeply and carefully pushed her finger into her vaginal entrance.
It was just barely moist, and like Violet's, this was a pristine virgin pussy that had permitted no intrusion.
"Sniiiiif... This... this is my pussy... So tiiight, dry and stiff... Haaa, so haaard to moooove...!"
Squelch... Squish!
"Puh haaa... Haa... Sniiiiif... Haa..."
Just a single slight movement of her finger, and Christia's curled-up body unrolled with a spin, belly up toward the ceiling, lying flat.
"Sniiiiif... Wh-what am I... Haaaa... doing... A Holy Knight Captain, sniffing a man's scent while fingering her puuuussy...!"
The thought alone surged guilt anew, but she couldn't stop.
This scent filling her nostrils now—this oddly unrepulsive aroma—was the Goddess's personal guidance.
Perhaps after showing the Saintess those revelations, the Goddess had given her this stinky item, foreseeing everything: to guide both her and the Saintess onto the right path, something a mere mortal like her couldn't presume to fathom!
To keep her from perverse natural order, and the Saintess from the wrong path.
Yes—this was the Goddess's guidance, her new mission. Christia decided to accept her interpretation and no longer resist.
"Sniff, kuh haaa... Just a finger in my pussy, and it feels thiiiis electric...?!"
With that shift in mindset, her wriggling finger grew bolder, sliding up and down her vaginal folds.
"Sniiiif, haaa— Sniff, hnng—?"
As if proving her rejection of the filthy scent had vanished, she clamped the panties over her nose like a mask, ensuring they stayed put.
Squelch-squelch—the wet sounds of a bitch's pussy grew louder,
And as droplets began leaking from the pussy sucking her fingers, Christia instinctively lifted her hips and cried out,
"Haaaa... I'm... gonna cum... Sniffing a man's semen while fingering my pussy... I'm cuuuumming...!"
At the same time the Saintess's room silhouetted a four-legged beast spraying fluids between its legs,
The Holy Knight Captain's room silhouetted a drawn bow—tongue lolling long, quivering—in the moonlight.