Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 155
Chapter Title: Dream (1)
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While Eleonora was laying down the law with Urga, at that very moment—in the Saintess's office.
"Uuu..."
Bathed in the warm sunlight filtering through the stained glass depicting a goddess with a halo above her head and wings sprouting from her back,
the woman in a saintess's robe styled like an open dress mimicking the goddess's attire, her light purple hair tied in half-twintails—Violet—let out a groan toward the papers scattered across her desk.
"Uuum..."
"..."
No, more precisely, she was drooling.
Even though she clearly held a fan in one hand, prepared specifically for approving those documents, she couldn't bring herself to flick it toward the papers right in front of her.
"Uuh... Kuuh..."
*Nod*
Did Violet even realize that over the past thirty minutes or so, she'd been shaking her half-twintails like a rock band's roadie?
No, she definitely didn't.
And because she didn't, she hadn't been able to move on from this one document sitting on her desk, waiting for approval for the last half hour.
"Ahem..."
"Kuuh..."
Her silver ponytail attendant standing motionlessly by her side finally let out a small sigh and cleared her throat.
"Saintess?"
"Kuuh... Eh?! N-No, I wasn't sleeping! I wasn't! I was just thinking for a bit?! For real!"
Startled by Christia's voice in her ear, Violet hurriedly scribbled her signature on the document in front of her.
The paper, neglected for the past half hour, finally fulfilled its purpose and slipped neatly into its envelope, as if relieved it could now depart in peace.
But the mountain of remaining documents still loomed—when would she ever get through them all?
Seeing the Saintess frantically signing while her eyes began to droop again, Christia cleared her throat once more.
"You didn't sleep last night either, did you?"
"Heh? Y-Yeah? I did! I slept a little... W-Well, not enough! Y-Yes, yes, I totally slept super not-enough-ly!"
She babbled incoherently, not even aware of what she was saying, her head still nodding off.
Yeah, Christia could kind of understand.
No matter that the Saintess was the goddess's proxy, she was still human through and through. Even with the goddess's blessings,
save for a few exceptions, she got hungry at mealtimes and slept at night like anyone else.
So on a day like today, with perfect sunlight ideal for a nap, it was no wonder even a Saintess might feel sleepy after prolonged exposure.
Normally, Christia would have leniently let Violet take a short nap and handled the lesser documents herself under her authority as the Holy Knight Captain and the Saintess's closest aide.
But the papers strewn across Violet's desk right now were far beyond her own authority—critical ones.
They were preparations for the Holy Nativity Festival, commemorating the sacred day months ago when the goddess first descended upon this land and the birth of her first proxy, the inaugural Saintess, along with all related approvals.
As the grandest event in the Goddess Church, most needed approval by the end of the day, requiring Violet's personal signature without exception...
'I knew something was off when she looked tired from this morning...'
Still, as the Saintess, she'd performed her prayers with superhuman poise, utterly unfazed. But outside of that, she kept yawning or nodding off like this.
In the end, Christia opened the window to let in some fresh air, hoping it might perk her up, and whispered into the still-dazed Violet's ear.
"Saintess? As you know, these documents are all related to the Holy Nativity Festival..."
"Y-Yes, yeees!"
Just then, a refreshing breeze from outside tickled her nape, and Christia's voice rang out, snapping Violet's eyes wide open as she resumed flicking her fan vigorously once more.
*Scribble-scribble-scribble-!!*
'Ughhh... I should have moderated myself last night(?).'
No one knew her secret routine.
It involved peeking at videos of the platinum blonde woman hidden under her bed,
searching among those she'd healed with her own hands for anyone matching her most striking features.
This was Violet's clandestine pastime, unknown even to her closest confidante, Christia.
Sure, as the Saintess herself taking the lead, why keep it so secret? She'd considered just sharing the clue-hunt with Christia.
But whenever she gazed into those videos, she found herself kneading her leaking, milk-heavy breasts with one hand while tormenting her clitoris with the other.
Before, a light rub over her panties would heat her up enough without keeping her awake. But ever since witnessing the revelation from the goddess that night,
she couldn't fall asleep properly unless she abused her breasts and clitoris during her nighttime ritual until—*splurt*—she squirted breast milk and urine together.
Without realizing it, Violet's body had developed a strange new habit.
'And last night was so intense... I had to gnaw at my own clitoris with my nails just to finally...'
It was her body protesting, craving stronger stimulation because mere teasing wasn't enough to climax. But how could Violet, with her shallow knowledge viewing her pussy merely as a urine outlet, possibly understand that?
Thanks to it, after struggling to cool her overheated body last night, she barely slept, tossing and turning without true rest. Now, she wrestled with her drooping eyelids.
'Ughhhh... I need to stay alert, can't fall asleep... If I nod off again, Christia will really scold me!'
But the warm sunlight enveloping her body, and even the cool breeze lest she feel hot—the sun and wind conspiring like in that old fable competing to strip the traveler—why today of all days did they team up to torment her?
"Saintess? Saintess?"
"Snoooore..."
Despite Christia's calls, Violet's eyes finally shut completely, her breathing settling into steady, rhythmic inhales and exhales.
She'd fallen fully asleep.
-Huh?
Taking a brief escape from her grueling work, Violet suddenly found herself soaring through the skies.
A lucid dream.
No need to pinch her nose and test her breath or anything. She'd realized it the moment she noticed herself flying.
Which meant she was fully asleep and dreaming.
Violet grabbed her half-twintails and tugged, muttering to herself.
-Ughhh... Christia’s gonna chew me out later!
These were important documents! But maybe Christia was being too strict, not even letting her nap on such a fine day? No? Still, staying up late was her own fault, so self-inflicted punishment?
Freaking out over getting scolded by Christia, oblivious to where her dream-self was flying, Violet kept second-guessing.
Even deep in thought with her eyes squeezed shut in the dream, her body inexorably flew northward.
Unaware of her destination, she just wished aloud for something carefree like, 'Rolling through a field full of violets.'
-Eek?!
But reality dashed that hope. Her endlessly soaring body suddenly plummeted like a wingless bird, and she snapped her eyes open in a dizzying fright.
"First things first, to avoid wasting Master's precious semen, start from the base of his cock like this, and lick up everything on it until it's drenched in your spit."
"Ughk..."
-Ahh?!
That deeply tanned skin? That black hair? That scar over the eye?!
A familiar face. How could she forget?
Violet screamed involuntarily at the sight of the woman before her.
-Barbarian Princess Urga! What the—?! Why is she suddenly right in front of me...?! And why is she naked?!
Eyes shut, then open—and there was Urga, looking up at her like a lovestruck virgin.
Violet had no idea why Urga gazed at her with such adoration, but her attention quickly shifted to the other woman beside her.
-That platinum blonde!
No mistaking it. A faint mist still shrouded her eyes, obscuring details, but Violet, who'd pored over her image nightly through the crystal orb, knew.
Those bursting massive tits! Those abs visible even through her belly! That radiant platinum blonde hair like threads spun from molten gold—impossible to forget.
-But her looking up at me means... Ah, ahh?!
Only now did Violet blush, noticing the massive cock towering right in the center of her vision.
"Whether you become a sow or not, if you want Master's love, you need to master the basics with that body of yours."
-Wh-What?! What are they even talking about?!
"Th-Then why do I have to suck on a cock with my mouth?! Can't I just bear his child properly?!"
"...Well, you've never held Master's baby batter in your mouth, so of course you'd say that."
-Huh?!
Suddenly, the platinum blonde unhooked the chain linking her nipple rings, hooked her fingers into the left and right ones, and yanked her massive tits wide open.
"Wh-What are you doing!?"
-Yeah, what are you doing?!
Urga and Violet recoiled in shock at the platinum blonde exposing her cleavage to them(?). But no one here could see Violet anyway.
Ignoring how her hooked nipples stretched as if they'd tear off, the platinum blonde spread her breasts and spoke.
"See? This is what's stuck to my tits from cleaning Master's cock. And you, having just held it in your body, know best what it is."
-Oh my god... That white stuff is semen... right? And mixed in with all that...?!
Strands of sticky semen webbed between her tits so thick, tossing a spider in there wouldn't look out of place.
Why show it off like that?
But Violet, a total outsider here, instinctively gulped as if she knew the reason without being told.
If even she got it, how could Urga not?
Urga's eyes darted around before she pointed urgently at the platinum blonde's nipple piercings, as if hit by a brilliant idea.
"M-More importantly... Doesn't it hurt, yanking those rings like that?"
"I've told you before—far from hurting, it feels electric with pleasure every time. For a sow like me, Master put them on himself, so I can't even imagine myself without them anymore."
"R-Really? H-Hmph! I'm getting a ring like the humans in that kingdom do!"
Successfully steering the topic as intended, Urga glanced at her left ring finger, blushing. But the platinum blonde just snorted.
"Big dreams for a wild boar bitch—where's your finger even at?"
"What?! Wild boar?! Hey! You've been calling me that nonstop...!"
"Anyway, you know why I spread my tits like this, right? No need to spell it out?"
"Urk?!"
At the sticky semen strands, Violet unconsciously brought her hand to her own breasts.