Chapter 188
Chapter 188
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 188
Chapter Title: Christia - Secret (1)
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A few hours ago,
>Squish... Squish...
"Hiss... Th-this, this won't do...! Haa... Hiss..."
The moment Christia returned to her room after a brief chat with Violet to wrap up the day before bed, she frantically hiked up her skirt and began plunging her fingers into her pussy.
Her panties were already rolling around at her feet.
They had been mercilessly torn off by her gauntlet, shredded into rags because she couldn't even wait to take them off properly.
But Christia, oblivious to it all, was rubbing her palm against the coarse feel of her pubic hair under her hand.
This was already the third pair in just the past few days.
Meanwhile, this ruthless panty destroyer showed no concern for the rags scattered on the floor as she shoved another familiar pair right up to her nose.
"Haa... Hiss, haa... To think the Holy Knight Captain like me is... smelling a man's... hiiiss... u-underwear while masturbating...!"
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had claimed the lives of countless innocent panties.
How many times had it been today alone?
Lately, Violet's uniquely fitting violet fragrance had grown stronger, its intensity thickening, posing an unprecedented crisis in Christia's career as a Holy Knight.
Whether during work, meals, or even trips to the bathroom,
as the Holy Knight Captain duty-bound to stay constantly at Violet's side,
aside from prayer times, she was incessantly exposed to that alluring scent wafting from Violet's body, nearly going into heat multiple times despite her shame.
"Hiss, even... so, thanks to this, this foolish lamb hasn't committed any sins...!"
Tricking her senses with the panty's scent to get aroused by a male's smell instead of Violet's—that followed the proper order.
But somehow, repeating this act only made her feel like she was committing an even greater sin.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-!
"I don't... even need to shove my fingers into my p-pussy... but now it's become a habit...!"
Especially at this hour, when everyone had retired for the night, burying her nose in panties while soothing her own pussy had become Christia's daily routine.
Originally, this time was for reflecting on the day, recalling her shortcomings and mistakes as a Holy Knight, and contemplating her growth.
But lately, with all the troubles involving the Saintess, thinking of her scent so often had proportionally increased her self-reflection sessions.
Squ...elch!
"Hiss, today there weren't any real issues... so why am I doing this... Haa...!"
As a result,
the self-reflection time that had been an unbreakable part of Christia's decades-long Holy Knight career had devolved into self-consolation time.
If this were merely her personal lapse, as a devout believer, she would pray to the Goddess and confess her sins.
"Haaa... Smelling a man's semen while fingering my pussy is this... addictive. I shouldn't, but this must be the Goddess's will too... A woman should only go into heat before a man, as She guides...!"
The very panties—given directly by the Goddess she had served her whole life, practically a holy relic—that had led her to this point of subtly enjoying pressing her ring and index fingers against her pussy mound, spreading her tightly clenched slit.
How could even the most devout deny it when performing self-consolation with something the Goddess herself had given, doing exactly as instructed?
"I have to stop... Today wasn't even triggered by the Saintess's scent, so why chase this needless plea-sure... Hiiiiss, haaa...!"
Of course, as Christia herself admitted, the means and ends had somewhat flipped; it had become an act purely for pleasure.
Yet as the Holy Knight Captain, whose pussy must remain pure, she was fingering it herself—gauntlets still on, no less—gently sliding fingers into the gap.
Deep in her subconscious, this unbearable sense of depravity fertilized her pussy for a new spring, making it fertile and slick, while sufficiently clouding the sharp, righteous golden eyes that symbolized her intellect and integrity.
Drip...
"Ahh... I leaked again... Smelling panties while fingering my pussy, and once more, this Christia has messily... soiled her own bedroom floor with... a man's scent while... hnn...!"
As if it were the finale, she lightly tugged her plump, cute clitoris with her gauntlet, and Christia's head snapped back.
Twitch! Twitch!
Gazing at the transparent, sticky droplets falling between her legs, she muttered self-deprecatingly, then panted softly through her climax. Carefully, she tucked the panties from her hand into her bosom.
"...I must show restraint."
She always said that—after indulging fully—promising restraint with words alone.
The result of that restraint? Panties torn to shreds, ragged and worn.
Perhaps proof of her incessant sniffing and masturbation; even in tatters, that thick semen and cock scent always filled her nostrils whenever she inhaled, protecting Christia from Violet's demonic(?) allure.
"Haaaa..."
The inevitable emptiness after self-consolation.
Once again, she had indulged excessively—seemingly perverse at a glance, yet passionately—in pleasure, against the Goddess's guidance.
"I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't," she'd think, yet by this hour, she was always ripping off her own panties to comfort her privates.
"Now that it's come to this, maybe I shouldn't wear panties until the symptoms improve... Or, no, what if I wore these instead... Hm... Wearing a man's panties might seem odd, but just as a woman's body can wield a sword, I too..."
Fwaaah-!!
"Eut..."
At that moment, azure moonlight began shining through Christia's window.
No matter how she thought about it, was that idea too indecent?
Unlike her silver hair bathed in the blue glow, her flushed face unwittingly let out a disheveled sigh, "Phew..."
Off to bed.
She'd masturbated three times today already; sound sleep was guaranteed, and these useless thoughts might stem from mental fatigue anyway.
Having hung her plate armor on the bedside rack and changed into thin sleepwear (a babydoll, like Violet's), Christia reached to undo her ponytail when—
"Light...?"
Suddenly, the azure moonlight illuminating her from the window shifted its trajectory.
"Not shifted... more like..."
Like a fairy from a fairy tale flitting about—a blue orb of light danced before her.
Given the times, she instinctively gripped her sword, suspecting some fallen one's trickery, but the light swirled playfully around her.
"No evil aura... No, it's downright holy."
The light orb circled her lazily before darting to the armor rack, coincidentally—or not—swirling around the tattered panties on the floor.
Sensing something amiss, Christia straightened her posture and politely addressed the light.
"Are you telling me... to pick this up?"
No answer.
It simply hovered above, as if saying it would wait until she did. But as Christia rushed to grab the panties—
the light zipped around her bedroom once before streaking out the door like a long thread of luminous trail.
"..."
No time to think.
Not even bothering with her armor, Christia dashed into the corridor after it.
But soon, she had to stop.
The light, streaking down the hall, halted before the Saintess Violet's room—not far from her own—then slipped straight through the door, ignoring physics just as it had in her room.
What to do...?
Enter the Saintess's bedroom at this late hour? Even as her closest attendant Holy Knight Captain, she couldn't barge in while Violet slept.
It violated basic human courtesy beyond Saintess-knight propriety—a grave breach of etiquette.
Yet the light had led her here, even making her grab the panties, implying resolve was needed.
This could concern grave matters, so Christia resolved to accept punishment later and knocked on Violet's door.
"Saintess?"
-...
"Saintess? Are you asleep?"
Silence.
Was she truly asleep?
If so, what business did she have entering?
Christia wavered on whether to enter or not.
But then—
-Haaang...!
"!"
A sound from beyond the door—Violet's voice, or a moan close to it, but different.
Just that faint hint made her clutch the panties tightly.
As if thick violet fragrance seeped through the crack.
Her recently calmed pussy quietly revved up again.
"Whatever it is, I knew it would come someday..."
She might interrupt the Saintess's private time(?) with untimely intrusion, but trusting the light's guidance, Christia steeled herself and turned the knob.
"Eut...?!"
And sure enough, as expected, the room filled with intense violet scent, female musk, and scorching heat enveloped her.
Christia needed look no further.
She clamped the panties over her nose and mouth, slowly approaching the culprit of this bizarre climate(?),
"Haaang... Haaaah... Haa... Haa..."
the lavender Saintess Violet panting atop her bed, and the light orb swirling around her.
The azure moonlight gleamed ethereally outside, yet why the foggy haze?
Not mere illusion—her vision obscured, strange crystal-like orbs at her feet unseen despite the brightness.
Unable to see her own footsteps clearly in the radiant moonlight, Christia slowly approached Violet's bed.
"Hua, hua..."
"Th-this is...?!"
And in the blink of an eye—
Christia found Violet completely naked beneath her, herself astride and having stripped the Saintess.