The Saintess Descends
Squelch!! Squelch!! Brrr...!
"Ngh―!!"
From above, I watched my cock slide in and out of Seohyun's entrance as she stood with her back to me, gripping the stair railing, until I could no longer hold back the surging climax and came inside her.
I had creampied her — inseminated a woman — without a moment's hesitation anymore, casually doing it purely for my own pleasure.
The release of climax, a pleasure that never dulled no matter how many times I felt it, ran down my spine like a current of electricity, crackling all the way through me.
There was the cleansing relief of sating a primal urge. The decadent thrill of using a woman as a tool to service my lust, trampling all over the dignity of her personhood. The intoxicating sense of conquest at having spilled my seed into a woman's most precious, most intimate place.
As countless emotions wrapped pleasantly around my brain in the name of pleasure, I felt as if I were floating somewhere above the clouds.
Ever since I'd had that forbidden sex with my younger sister inside the shop, my moral compass had collapsed with alarming speed.
I no longer felt any aversion to using Seohyun at the university like a portable onahole to dump my lust into, the way I was doing right now.
No man alive would turn down a tool he could summon with a phone call — one that would come running from anywhere, anytime, ready to be used at his convenience.
I believed, without a shred of doubt, that any other man in my position would have done exactly the same — with a woman he could use carelessly and irresponsibly, exactly as he pleased, without ever having to tire himself catering to her moods.
For a moment, the last flicker of conscience that hadn't quite died whispered that it was all self-rationalization.
I knew.
I knew I was acting and thinking exactly like the trash I used to despise — and yet I couldn't stop.
Addiction.
An addiction like a drug had taken control of me.
It was Jia who had awakened this sensation in me.
A demon had shown me thoughts and feelings this pleasant — thoughts and feelings there was no possible way of escaping.
Lick.
"Master♥ Does it feel goooood?"
Still basking in the afterglow, I had lowered my head to savor the lingering heat — and saw Seohyun on her knees, devotionally licking the shaft of my cock.
Every time I looked into her eyes as she sucked me off, fawning like a whore in a desperate bid to please me, I always had the same thought: that they looked utterly empty.
At first I'd found it amusing — she was like an AI or a lifelike sex doll wearing Seohyun's personality like a costume — but lately, the novelty had started to wear thin.
And yet, the thought that the real Seohyun of the past might still be trapped inside her, her memories rewritten, watching this very scene from within — that imagining it let me enjoy it a few more times.
Drip.
I narrowed my eyes as I watched a pearly white liquid trickle down from beneath Seohyun's skirt.
"You're taking your pills, right?"
"Of course, slurp... Master, kiss..."
"What if you end up pregnant?"
"I'd erase it, obviously. Carrying your child, Master, is something only possible by your will — so why would it matter unless you willed it?"
Seohyun was saying, without a flicker of hesitation, that she would erase a baby — a life, the crystallization of love, a noble human being carried within her own body — all for my sake.
"Everything happens according to your will, Master♥"
The cute, melodic voice and the smile on that beautiful face now struck me as cheap as a whore's.
I needed something new.
New stimulation.
A different... woman.
As countless women flickered through my mind, my cock — already spent — rose up again as if by magic.
lately I'd become keenly aware of how much virility was overflowing from my body.
An ordinary man couldn't get it up again for at least a few dozen minutes after coming, but these days my cock stood at attention whenever I wanted it, on demand.
The volume I produced had grown shocking, too.
A mind that no longer felt like my own, and a body changing at a terrifying pace. The moment I recalled that all of it had begun after my meeting with the demon, a chill crawled up my skin.
The sight of Seohyun's face as she cleaned my cock overlapped, unbidden, with the demon's face.
And with it, Ryeonhwa's words surfaced once more — that a demon never extends goodwill without demanding something in return.
"Ngh!"
As contradictory emotions collided and my feelings flared white-hot, I seized Seohyun by the hair and shoved her aside.
I straightened my clothes and scrambled down the stairs as if fleeing the scene — until a familiar voice caught me by the nape and froze my feet in place.
"Ah! There you are."
I turned around — and to my astonishment, there was Ryeonhwa, who hadn't shown up to a single class in weeks, standing in the corridor with a bright, delighted expression on her face.
"...It's been a while."
Caught between our awkward relationship and the long gap since we'd last spoken, I hesitated, unsure what to say, and finally managed to squeeze out something suitably neutral.
As I spoke, I stole a discreet look at her.
Thick thighs that bore the unmistakable marks of long training, stretching out sleek and lean from her denim cutoffs. An oversized jacket hanging open, baring her prominent collarbones and the line of her shoulders. A sporty black tank top that hinted at her narrow waist and the faint ridge of abs beneath.
A body forged to fight demons, radiating health and vitality without the slightest attempt to hide it.
She had lived her entire life by a single conviction — to kill demons — and she must have built that perfect body through grueling daily training and discipline.
At the thought of defiling that body and making it mine, the thing that had just gone back to sleep inside my pants twitched back to life.
The fantasy of Ryeonhwa impaled on me, yelping and moaning like a bitch in heat, and of her kicking and screaming and begging me to stop in that feisty, defiant way of hers — neither image would leave my head.
The desire to turn fantasy into reality rose up inside me.
Should I call the demon?
If only I had her, I could make Ryeonhwa mine too...
Flinch.
My body went rigid at the dangerous thought that had returned.
The vicious self-contradiction of fearing what the demon was turning me into — and yet reaching for the demon all the same.
Even as I knew I should be disgusted with myself, the desire already seeped in the demon's stain only kept pushing me to lean on it further.
"Got a minute?"
Ryeonhwa glanced around the empty corridor before asking, and I nodded, startled by the guilty thoughts that had just been running through my head.
"There's a lot I need to tell you about what happened that day — a lot I owe you — but there's something I wanted to say first, above everything else... I'm sorry."
I was stunned — and flustered — by the sight of Ryeonhwa bowing her head deeply, apologizing to me with everything she had.
"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions and suspected you of being connected to the demons. I'm sorry I tried to dig up leverage on you and dragged you into the dangerous business of demons, and that you got hurt because of it. And I'm sorry that it entangled you with things you never wanted. For the rest of my life... I'll atone."
I couldn't follow everything Ryeonhwa was saying, but I understood the sincerity in her voice, and the heart behind it.
"I won't ask you to forgive me. In exchange, all I ask is that you let me repay the debt I owe you. I'm sorry for what I did — but the truth is... there are things I gained because of you, too. And those things... they're too big for words. You were my lifelong wish..."
The emotion came through clearly, but I still couldn't make sense of what she meant.
"First, lift your head and explain the situation. Otherwise I can't decide whether to accept the apology or not."
At my words, Ryeonhwa raised her head and told me about her past — and about the verdict the Order had handed down concerning me in the aftermath of that incident.
By the time she finished, my face had grown complicated.
"So to sum up... you were recognized for your achievements against the demon that day, and chosen by something called the Holy Grail, becoming the Knight you'd always trained to be. And in the process, I was acknowledged for my own part and given the status of... Companion. Is that it?"
Ryeonhwa nodded.
Her account had included Seohyun as well — and it seemed the Order believed her memories had been perfectly rewritten, which quietly washed away a worry I'd been carrying.
"So what exactly is this Companion thing? What am I supposed to do from now on? Honestly, I don't want anything more to do with demons."
What went unsaid in my words was: except for the demon named Yoon Jia — my own sister — attending this very university.
"A Companion is a civilian, but one who cooperates with us to kill demons. That said, if a Companion ever refuses to cooperate midway, or declares from the start that they never wanted any part of it, they can return to their old life with their memories of us and the demons intact. The only catch is that you'll be under surveillance whether you like it or not. By your partner — me. I'm sorry, but... that part is out of my hands. Still, I can promise you this: as long as you never breathe a word about the Order or the demons to anyone, nothing will ever happen to you."
Ryeonhwa looked at me with earnest eyes and put real force into her voice, as if begging me to believe her.
I knew I'd been dragged into something troublesome, but things seemed to have been resolved far more cleanly than I'd feared.
In fact, it had all gone so smoothly that I almost suspected someone had been quietly tidying up the situation behind my back.
"Looks like I don't have much choice anyway... Fine. I understand."
"Thank you. Really."
I had made my position clear and realized there was nothing left for my will to decide — and Ryeonhwa broke into a smile as radiant as sunlight, as if she were overjoyed.
It was the first time I'd seen such a pure, bright smile from her, and it held my gaze for a moment — which only fanned the impure thoughts I'd been having about her body earlier.
It was as if her innocence had struck a match to the filthy desire to ruin something untouched and make it mine.
"I should get going."
"W-wait...! How have you been all this... huh...?"
As I fought to drag my eyes off her body and turned to leave, she blurted out a hurried question.
For some reason, Ryeonhwa was blushing and behaving with a careful, almost timid politeness that was nothing like how she'd treated me when we first met.
"Oh, you know... nothing much."
"Ah, really...? Um... hmm, later, if you have time..."
When I answered, guilt gnawing at me, Ryeonhwa fidgeted with her two pressed-together fingers like a shy maiden, hesitating over something.
Brrring―
The moment she seemed to have made up her mind and opened her mouth, the alarm I'd set to make it to class on time rang from the phone in my pocket.
"Class is starting. You should head in too, right?"
"...Yeah."
Ironically, it was a class we shared.
Ryeonhwa dropped her gaze and pulled a visibly sulky face.
That expression — like a pet dog deflated from want of its owner's affection — struck me, briefly, as cute.
Murmur, murmur...
What was going on?
The lecture hall was abuzz before I'd even set foot inside, and I found it strange.
Still puzzling over it, I opened the door and walked in — to see the professor up front introducing an unfamiliar woman.
"...Whoa."
The moment I laid eyes on her, a gasp escaped me of its own accord, and my eyes went wide.
Given that Jia had already raised my standards to the absolute ceiling of beauty, being stunned by anyone's looks was no small feat.
That was how breathtaking the silver-haired woman from the Order was — a countenance at once sublime and beautiful, as if an angel had descended from heaven itself.
And it wasn't just me. Every single person in that lecture hall was transfixed, drowning in the woman's overwhelming presence.
"My name is Dana Arsia, and I will be observing today's lecture. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Arsia, the silver-haired woman who was obviously a foreigner at a glance, bowed her head and greeted us with impeccable courtesy.
Thud.
"The... Saintess...?"
Ryeonhwa, who had followed me in and glimpsed the silver-haired woman, dropped the books she was holding and murmured under her breath — as if she knew exactly who the woman was.
Smile.
Arsia flashed a smile so beautiful it seemed it could melt the heart of anyone who merely looked at her.
And surely, surely I was imagining it — the sight of this beautiful woman, whom Ryeonhwa had just called the Saintess, turning her gaze toward me.