Chapter 159
Chapter 159
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 159
Chapter Title: Dream (5)
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The moment Violet first dozed off, Christia had no intention of waking her right away. Instead, she figured she'd let her take a proper nap for about thirty minutes since things had already turned out this way.
It was that obvious, after all.
Anyone could see it—she was advertising "I didn't sleep a wink last night" with every yawn during her morning routine, excluding prayer time, swaying back and forth like a spinning top.
It didn't even have to be Christia. Anyone watching over Violet so closely, constantly checking for any issues with her well-being, would know at a glance.
Violet had tossed and turned all night.
Christia herself could go days without sleep or food, marching for three straight days and nights with only mild fatigue. But Violet was just a bit more physically capable than an ordinary person.
In other words, she was essentially no different from a regular human harboring holy power—she got hungry like them, tired like them.
And the weather wasn't helping.
It wasn't sweltering hot, nor was it the weak winter sunlight that barely warmed anything. It was as if the Goddess herself had declared, "Everyone, skip work today and take a nap."
The perfectly mild warmth made it no exaggeration to say that for a knight, her greatest enemy wasn't herself, but her eyelids.
A sleep-deprived saintess exposed to this ideal sunlight from morning until now for hours on end—it was no wonder she'd fallen into such a deep slumber.
Of course, as mentioned before, there were stacks of documents on the desk that needed approval by the end of the day for the Christmas festival events a few months away.
But Christia knew better than anyone how Violet had been through a string of mentally exhausting ordeals lately. She had no desire to disturb this brief respite.
So, intending to let her nap undisturbed without any interruptions, Christia headed for the office door.
"Hnnngh..."
"S-Saintess?"
The instant Christia's gauntlet grasped the doorknob, Violet's voice leaked out as if she'd been waiting for it.
Worried something might be wrong, Christia whipped her head around—only to freeze in place as a strange scent wafted into her nose.
"This is...?"
A familiar smell. No, familiar for sure, but somehow off—just different enough that she couldn't pinpoint it. But one thing was certain: this was the kind of scent that absolutely could not be detected by others!
Violet was supposed to be napping, right? Just like the revelation from the Goddess last time, there hadn't been any prior signs. She had to be asleep.
But why...?
'Why is she touching her breasts like that...?'
In the brief moment Christia had looked away, Violet was letting out those sweet, sultry sounds from her bath the other day, not content with just murmuring in her sleep—she was kneading her beautifully teardrop-shaped breasts from the sides, as if compressing them.
Sleep-talking.
The heated breaths and the way she pressed her hands into her chest were definitely not your average sleep-talking, but the cute way she occasionally worked her mouth proved it was genuine.
That much was fine.
Sleep-talking? She did it herself sometimes—waking up in a position ready to swing her sword, embarrassed and pulling the covers over her head.
But this scent was the problem.
The thick violet fragrance from the holy bath, the one whose traces still lingered strongly in her own body. This smell that made her insides twitch—it was something no one else could ever notice.
'Just like this, get out now. Stand guard outside until the saintess wakes from her nap. When she does...'
"Nooo, like thaaat..."
"Eek..."
Even from the sleep-talking alone, Christia could guess what kind of dream the saintess was having.
If she stuck around and the saintess woke up, Christia wouldn't mind, but judging by the scent, something was clearly happening to her body—no need to look to know.
Staying here and having Violet open her eyes would lead to an awkward situation for sure.
'Guard the spot until the saintess wakes and tidies up the damp mess around her. Yeah, that's it. Head out now and...'
But another thought crashed into Christia's mind.
'What if something happens to the saintess while I'm gone? What if someone climbs through that window? I can guard the door, but... no, even that's not guaranteed.'
It happened sometimes.
Just like now, when she was about to stand watch outside, someone would burst in claiming an emergency, ignoring all protocol.
Life was unpredictable. She could swear to guard like iron, but who knew when some fool might barge in despite her protests? Even the Goddess couldn't say.
'If I stay, I won't be able to control myself. But I can't leave the saintess alone either. What should I do...!'
In less than a dozen seconds, the knight agonized through hundreds, thousands of internal questions. Then, something caught her eye.
'The lock!'
A lock that could only be engaged from inside—impossible to open from outside without breaking the door or using Violet's personal key.
Reason screamed to ignore it and head out. This was the right choice—no regrets later, just stand guard and knock down anyone who comes.
Yeah, even she knew that was the smart move.
"Hnnngh..."
Click-
But the moment that sweet moan came from behind her,
Christia bit her lip hard. Her hand had already reached for the lock, her body turned back toward Violet, who was trembling and clutching her own breasts.
"What... am I doing...?!"
This wasn't rational. Her body, drawn by the violet scent etched into her memory, was moving on its own.
Click-click-click-
Otherwise, why would her feet hurry toward the saintess like the place was on fire?
And the closer she got, the stronger the violet scent grew, centered on the breasts Violet was fondling—especially between her splayed index and middle fingers, where a stain was spreading.
Finally, her nose broke free, sniffing greedily at the sweet aroma like a dog smelling bones.
"Just wake the saintess... No, wait. I can't be sure she's dreaming what I think. And as I said, she's been through mental strain lately. As a holy knight, I can't disturb her res—rest, right...?"
The easiest solution existed, yet Christia, intoxicated by the violet scent, babbled nonsense without realizing what she was saying.
"Op-open the window? No. It's the time when ordinary folk visit the church to pray or volunteer. Can't be seen from outside, but opening it risks drawing eyes."
The saintess kept emitting her female musk, filling the office with pheromones, milk leaking from her breasts to boot.
A dire crisis.
Her hand was already heading for her skirt, and Christia was certain she couldn't stop it.
She should have stepped out for fresh air and waited it out. Surprisingly, though, her face showed no panic.
'Yes, for this moment—for overcoming such trials—He gave me this item!'
To keep her from impure thoughts, from the sin of arousal at Violet's scent, He had given her these square panties!
She'd hidden the Goddess's gift—the man's underwear—in the shield's inner compartment for emergencies like this!
Like covering nose and mouth with a wet cloth in a fire, Christia hurriedly pulled the panties from her shield's storage and clamped them over her nose and mouth to shield her lungs(?) from Violet's female scent.
Her gauntlet, which had neatly shredded her black stockings in a flash, now shoved the panties aside.
Having gone this far, she abandoned control over her pussy-rubbing hand, vowing to secure her only lifeline—the panties.
Like the other crusaders with their head vices, she pressed the panties to her face, covering everything but her eyes.
Squelch- squelch-
"Hoo... I'm getting aroused by a man's scent... Sniiff, even with the saintess right there... Haaa... I'm definitely not getting turned on by her, her there, or her milk scent."
A saintess suddenly kneading her breasts in the office, squirting milk and moaning.
And behind her, the holy knight captain with a man's underwear jammed over her nose and mouth, fingering her pussy.
A delirious collaboration.
Squelch-squelch-
Sniiff, hooo—
> Sniiff, hooo—
With each louder squelch from her fingers, Christia's breathing grew heavier through the panty mask.
'Ahh... What am I doing? Even for protecting the saintess, doing something so indecent behind His back...! No, no! You gonna leave every time this happens?'
Blasphemous as it was, better to vent her lust cleanly and clear her stray thoughts.
The Goddess must have foreseen this, giving her a man's underwear reeking of night-blooming flowers.
Absurd to anyone else, but Christia truly believed her faith let her overcome Violet's musk with the Goddess's gift.
"Sniiff, haaa... A bit, in broad daylight, behind the saintess who's lactating... maybe that's why putting fingers in my p-pussy feels... strangely more sensitive..."
Actually, it was the immense taboo of secretly fingering herself behind the one she served. But Christia, attributing even this to faith and divine guidance, had no clue.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ About twenty minutes later,
"Mm..."
Unaware if she sensed the end of what wasn't long but felt eternal to one holy knight,
Violet twitched her eyelids at the discomfort from her soaked dress and the human shadow replacing the warm sunlight on her back. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Christia?"
"Yes, Saintess. Speak."
"H-how long was I asleep...?"
Was it too long? Christia never left her side except when she slept. If Violet had dozed for two or three hours, it was obvious what Christia would have done.
"Exactly thirty minutes."
"Ah..."
Not as long as she feared?
Unlike Violet, who'd been anxiously clutching her chest, she relaxed at how little time had passed.
'Christia's voice sounds softer than usual. Am I imagining it?'
Like she was deeply satisfied? Or maybe the faint scent? About to turn and ask,
"Eek?! Why—why am I all wet?!"
"You tossed around a lot. Probably sweat, I think... I've already cleaned it up, so please..."
"Sweat? But my breasts keep aching, like... Ah?"
Breasts? Thinking of them stirred a vague memory of her dream. She tilted her head, but the more she pondered, the more she recalled groping them—and the frustration from it.
"...I don't remember, but I must've had a really weird dream."
"I'll prepare the bath."
Clank-clank-
"Yes, sorry! I'll handle it quick, so thanks for the h—Huh?"
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no! Nothing..."
"I'll be right back."
Violet watched Christia bow and exit through the door. She tilted her head, still sensing something off.
"Christia... for some reason, she's not wearing stockings today?"
She always did without fail—was it a slip-up? And why did glancing at her chest make her oddly irritated?
"Ughhh... No idea! Gotta sort these urgent documents first!"
Already short on time, no room for distractions—Violet clenched her cute little fists and dove into the paperwork.
Unaware of the soaked panties and torn stockings in a corner of the waterless office.