Chapter 189
Chapter 189
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 189
Chapter Title: Christia - Secret (2)
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If she tried to make excuses like, "In the blink of an eye, I came to my senses and Violet was already naked," how many people would actually believe her?
Of course, there was also her image as someone who served the Saintess more closely than anyone and worked harder for her than anyone else. Normally, even if Christia herself stripped Violet naked in broad daylight,
people would think, "Ah, there must be some reason for it," accept it, and later patiently listen to her explanation over time.
That was how much trust, reverence, and respect Christia had received from people, no less than the Saintess herself.
"Haa... haa..."
But what if she were seen like this right now, with a man's underwear stuffed into her nose and mouth,
breathing roughly in a way that was suspiciously heated, just like Violet under the moonlight, her skin flushed with rising heat and transparent sweat dripping from her entire body, having stripped her naked?
She wasn't actually being seen by anyone, but because it involved Violet, Christia—unlike in her own bedroom—suddenly realized what she looked like and what she was doing, and she panicked.
It wasn't for her own selfish desires.
One look at Violet right in front of her made it clear: her whole body was burning hot like a fireball, as if she had a fever, and though it was mixed with lustful scents, it was obvious she was suffering from this heat.
Otherwise, what reason would there be for her to toss and turn like this without even a moment's rest?
And above all, Christia had her own excuse, which she called an indulgence: the guidance of this cluster of blue light.
'It wasn't just my imagination. Though I don't know its true nature, thanks to this light's guidance, I could tell the Saintess was suffering this much, and it allowed me to come up with a solution, even if belatedly.'
At first, since she'd been masturbating with these panties so much, she thought she was hallucinating.
After all, it was fair to say Christia was addicted to masturbation, sneaking off to do it even during work hours.
Even though the Goddess had permitted it, the guilt of engaging in such lewd acts as her attendant made her think it was a hallucination from guilt, or some phantom created by her weak mind.
She told herself it didn't feel evil because it wasn't born from malice in her heart, and since it came from her, it couldn't have any wicked energy.
With half-doubtful feelings, she followed the light cluster, and there was the suffering Saintess.
After that, she wondered what to do—should she fetch cold water and soak Violet in it, or open a window?
She was at a loss, stamping her feet anxiously, when the blue light cluster guided her again, leading to stripping the Saintess naked.
No matter how she thought about it, this was too much, so she shook her head vigorously and waved her hands in refusal, but well, the result was as anyone could see.
"H-how... can this... be...?!"
Under the blue moonlight, Violet was exposing her pristine naked body, as white as her pale eyes, her hands reaching toward her modest breasts and pussy.
Her underwear was nowhere to be seen, as if Violet had thrown it off herself from the start.
But excuses aside, it didn't change the fact that Christia had ultimately stripped Violet naked.
If someone caught her like this, the title "Holy Knight Captain Who Sneaked Into the Saintess's Bedroom at Night and Stripped Her Completely Naked" would be hers without question,
and she would go down in Goddess Church history as an unprecedented shameless Holy Knight Captain.
"Ahem, more importantly, what kind of dream is the Saintess having?"
"S-such... absurd...?!"
In truth, she had a pretty good idea.
Why would He send such trials upon them? She felt like she knew the dream's content without asking.
Her face would pale white, then flush red, she would sigh in relief only to gasp in shock again, and otherwise just breathe heated, aroused breaths.
This was definitely something related to the enemy they needed to defeat.
She didn't need to peek into the Saintess's mind to know.
It was undoubtedly some lascivious scene filled with men and women entangled in flesh, moans, and lust.
Normally, she should wake Violet right away,
but Christia was keeping a slight distance from her instead.
For some reason, that blue light cluster and her instincts as a Holy Knight whispered not to wake her.
'Maybe the light brought me here to help the Saintess dream longer.'
If she were in real danger, it would have told her to wake her immediately; it wouldn't have her stripping clothes to cool her fever.
It wasn't a divine oracle, but Christia believed this strange phenomenon, though the process wasn't smooth, would greatly help reveal the enemy's identity and lair.
Of course, she was also subtly blushing at Violet's lustful breaths, unbeknownst to others.
How much longer did she watch over the Saintess like that?
'She seems to have passed the worst.'
Violet was still flinching occasionally, but much calmer than expected, so Christia sighed in relief, her tension easing a bit.
But Christia's trial was only beginning now.
"More than that, the Saintess is sweating so much, and the autumn air is chilly too. Just in case, maybe I should wipe her down with something..."
"A-aaah...?!"
"?!"
Violet, whose heat had been gradually cooling after being stripped, suddenly let out a horrified moan, and her body started burning like a fireball again.
Was she attacked by those wicked fiends?!
"Eut...?!"
Kneeling hurriedly by Violet's bed to check on her, Christia soon had no choice but to blush again.
'M-milk... from her nipples...?!'
Her nipples, erect so stiffly it seemed they'd burst out at the slightest touch, were leaking white breast milk in puffy streams,
and her thighs were finally clamped together like the poles of a magnet, rubbing furiously against each other.
"I already... took off her clothes, but again...?!"
"Nngh... H-how can this be... it went... in and out...?!"
What to do? How was she supposed to handle this?
The clothes were already off. The blanket didn't seem helpful right now.
"W-window! Opening the window... what about that?"
The blue light cluster approached Christia as she scrambled up, shaking violently like it was nodding its head.
Staring at it as if asking for a brilliant idea, the light zipped off toward the space between her furiously rubbing thighs, hovering around her pussy.
"Y-you want me to do that...?! You want me to touch the Saintess's body again...?!"
Nod nod!!
Who else in this room could solve it if not her!
Besides, even without being told,
having stared mesmerized at the alluring Violet for a while now,
Christia was subtly agreeing inwardly.
"Right... no one but me... I can't disturb the Saintess's sleep like this. Not just because she's doing something important, but waking her from sleep would be wrong."
Even if she were trying to satisfy selfish lust or succumb to the Saintess's body, the Goddess's arrangement (the underwear) would prevent it, so there was no need to hesitate further.
"...Pardon the intrusion."
Pressing the underwear fully against her nose and mouth like it was part of her, the silver-haired Female Knight cautiously moved to the foot of the Saintess's bed.
Grasping her fidgeting feet carefully, Violet's legs stopped trembling as if it had all been a lie, slowly parting like welcoming a guest, dismantling the firm gates toward her pussy.
"W-what are you doing spreading your legs like that?!"
Violet's sleep-talk sounded like it was scolding her actions, yet full of anticipation for what came next.
Shivering briefly as if pricked by conscience, Christia soon climbed up between her legs with her left hand holding the underwear, moving slowly.
'If not me... it has to be me... Thoroughly excluding harm to the Saintess and dedicating my sword to her—that is my reason for being. So there should be no shame in these actions!'
Even now, heading toward the Saintess's chaste paradise with clenched lips, advancing to a place no other touch should be allowed, far from guilt,
she huffed perverted breaths while spouting such righteous words.
Forcibly prying apart thighs trying to close again, ignoring Violet's sleep-talk, Christia pressed on until she finally brought her face to the Saintess's pristine pussy.
"Haa... hngh..."
'She's already been teasing her clitoris. Just like I taught her that day, but even so, if the heat hasn't subsided, she needs stronger stimulation.'
She had expected this day would come someday.
She hadn't foreseen a Holy Knight using her body to spread the Saintess's pussy, but
ever since teaching her clitoral masturbation in the bathhouse,
she had sensed it.
Sexual desire was like ink on white paper: once touched, it spread uncontrollably.
"Even now, your pussy is throbbing like this... Crying for something to be put inside, shedding tears and begging..."
Not just tormenting the clitoris—pay attention here too; the ripe female pussy was craving to be fed something inside, yet she kept teasing only the empty clit.
No doubt, despite this much stimulation without climaxing meant the Saintess had masturbated quite often, many times.
"I'll... teach you more. I, Christia, will teach you the next step directly with your body, even if I only know the theory..."
But realizing what blasphemous words she'd spoken, she hurriedly covered her nose and mouth with her left hand, gasping.
"Hoo... That was close. I almost slipped again, entranced by the Saintess's p... ahem, labia."
She was already spreading the pussy with her right index and middle fingers, past the point of no return, but Christia couldn't bear watching the Saintess suffer any longer.
'I expected a day like this, but not in this form...'
Ever since teaching clitoral masturbation in the bathroom that day,
Christia had thought Violet would come to her eventually.
Human lust was like ink on pristine paper, spreading irreversibly once stained,
and since she'd been like that, she figured the same woman's body would one day crave proper masturbation knowledge.
Who would have thought her fingers would be the first to enter this forbidden pussy, where no intruder should be allowed?
"Just once. From the state she's in, just inserting fingers into the Saintess's p-pussy once..."
She'll climax immediately.
Climaxes vary by person, but as the same woman's body, there must be similarities.
Christia held her breath tensely before the Saintess's hymen.
'Careful... careful...'
She knew her own pussy inside out from countless pokings(?), but inserting into another's—especially the world's purest woman's—was delicate; she had to avoid touching anything else.
"On three. One... two... three...!"
Schlup—
"O-oohhh...♥"
"Saintess?!"
Shiiiii—!
Just a light kiss at her entrance, and a stream of urine burst from Violet's pussy and urethra, drenching Christia before she could react.
But she couldn't panic forever.
Christia quickly knelt by the bed again, like before.
I hope she doesn't notice this, please let her not know.
And,
"Ch-Chris-ti-a...?!"
The moment Violet's pale purple eyes fluttered open toward her cautiously, Christia trembled uncontrollably on the spot without realizing it.
"What was it, what was that name fading away! That sow's name! Her eye shape and color! I saw and heard it clearly... Christia! The enemy! Where's the enemy?!"
But at the ominous words from Violet's mouth, Christia snapped back to Holy Knight mode and bolted out of the bedroom in search of writing tools.
Completely oblivious to the pussy juices dripping between her own thighs.