If No One Saw or Heard, It Wouldn't Count as Humiliation, Right?
The tail-attached panties hadn't been removed, but it seemed the holy relic understood that I was soaking in warm water. It expressed its reaction in an unexpectedly intense way.
"Hic..."
Suddenly, countless protrusions began whirling against my clitoris. Even though my body was submerged in the hot water, goosebumps erupted across my skin, and I swallowed hard without realizing it. What the hell was the purpose of this insane artifact? Not only did the tail move, but the inside of the panties shifted arbitrarily, teasing me relentlessly. At least it was a relief that it didn't probe into any holes.
"Ow, did it hurt? Sorry, sis."
Hanbyeol, who had been kneading my breasts in my arms, pulled her hands away in a panic upon hearing me gasp. Iris turned her head toward me with a worried look, but then she saw my flushed face and grinned wickedly.
"N-no. It didn't hurt. I'm fine."
Even now, I could feel the protrusions steadily caressing my clit, but I held back and forced a smile at Hanbyeol. She peered at me with concern.
"Your face is so red... Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. It's just the warmth. Maybe my skin's too thin—that's why my face flushes easily?"
"Is that so?"
It wasn't just my face; my whole body was heating up, and the skin touching Hanbyeol had grown hypersensitive. But I couldn't let her see me in such a pathetic state, so I swallowed my torment and turned my head away so she couldn't look at my face. Annoyingly, the tip of the tail poked out of the water, swaying teasingly as if to taunt me. I couldn't reach it with my fingers, and even if I tried to bite it in revenge, it'd just dodge anyway, so I could only glare at it resentfully.
With Hanbyeol right there, I panicked at the sensation of my love juices starting to flow. It wasn't an orgasm yet, but my aroused body was instinctively preparing lubrication to accommodate a thick cock that would fill my baby room. In that instant, the clear herbal bathwater turned pink.
It happened last time too.
Anyone with half a brain would realize the bath was reacting to my fluids like some reagent. I kept my eyes downcast, desperately feigning calm. Perverted panties. It was supposed to protect me, but it did nothing when the basilisk charged, and now it was trying to humiliate me in public. Was this really a divine holy relic, or the devil's underwear?
The persistent, gentle rubbing of the protrusions on my clitoris had me holding my breath, fighting back sobs. To make matters worse, Hanbyeol, leaning against me diagonally, was idly groping my breasts out of boredom in the bath, intensifying my agony.
"Ah ha."
And of course, Iris noticed. The water had turned pink, and I must have had an obvious lewd expression. But unexpectedly, she bailed me out of the awkward situation.
"Hanbyeol. Bored?"
"Yeah, honestly, I'm getting antsy. I wanna get out and play already, but I don't wanna drag you guys out since you need to rest."
"Then you can go out first and wait."
"But Ivy-sis is still here."
"We look like we'll be another hour."
Hanbyeol, who had been clinging to me, immediately soured at that.
"Ugh. Don't they have any hot stones or boiled eggs here? Or sikhye?"
"I don't know what sikhye is, but eating food inside the bath is forbidden."
"Sis, I'm heading out first! See ya later!"
Unable to endure it any longer, Hanbyeol shook off the water with a gust of wind and walked out. Ah, I should've rinsed her off a bit. Fortunately, as I watched her retreating figure, I managed to cast Purify on her just before she vanished.
In the meantime, Iris set up a cloth partition around us and slipped into my tub.
"Hehe. Must've built up a lot in that short time. It's only been two days."
I protested indignantly at her teasing.
"No, it's... The holy relic keeps stimulating my... down there..."
"Where?"
"...Between my legs."
"Let me see. Here?"
She already knew, but Iris lightly lifted me and sat me on her lap anyway. My body, imprinted with the memory of last time, trembled deep in my chest at the position. Iris casually slid her hand to the inside of my thigh.
"Eek, no..."
"Then... here?"
"Hngh, no..."
"Saintess. There are lots of people around. If you make lewd noises here..."
I knew that without her saying it. That's why I'd been holding my breath to stifle my moans, but her fingers teasing just around my sensitive spots were driving me insane.
"Who doesn't know that? Hah!"
"Ah, so this is what you meant. But Saintess, are you saying the holy relic bestowed by the divine is teasing you when you were just sitting quietly?"
"Yes, I really didn't do anything. No, I couldn't even if I wanted to—it was my hands that were bound anyway."
"But a holy relic toying with the Saintess? That can't be."
"What kind of holy relic is this? It didn't even protect me from the lizard. Ah!"
As if offended by my words, the protrusion suddenly pinched my clitoris. As my waist bent forward, Iris grabbed my shoulder across my chest with one hand to keep me from doubling over. With her other hand, she steadily rubbed my precious spot over the panties and whispered in my ear.
"Shh. People might hear. If you don't want rumors of a lewd Saintess, stay quiet."
"Hic, hngk..."
My body shuddered. But I couldn't cry out freely. Iris hugged me tighter as my body convulsed and stretched her legs to prevent me from closing mine. As the inevitable climax approached, she whispered to my dazed mind.
"I see it differently. The holy relic protects your virginity in exchange for helping sate your lust. That's why it's touching your precious spot to calm your heat in this tub."
"N-no... It wasn't Hanbyeol's hands that got me aroused..."
"But the water's already turned pink. You noticed it yourself, didn't you? It's fine. Every living being has sexual urges tied to reproduction—it's natural. As the sister of the body you're in, Ivy, I have a duty to help resolve that."
"Hngk, i-is that sooo..."
Iris and the tail stroked me as I still trembled in the afterglow. Iris voiced her theory, and the tail nodded its tip up and down in agreement. Oh. So I was just a perverted, worthless slut who got turned on by sisterly affection from another girl. I didn't have time to wallow in self-loathing after the orgasm. The protrusions reformed inside the panties against my hypersensitive labia and started moving again.
"I-I came already. Just now. You're not gonna keep going without a break...?"
"It means you had that much pent up. Come on, it feels good, right? Don't worry—I'll cover your mouth this time. Enjoy it fully."
"...!"
Iris clamped her hand—the one that had gripped my shoulder—over my mouth. Her wet palm sealed it airtight, not letting even a breath escape. Her other hand kneaded one breast slowly, while the tail coiled around the other, rubbing and flicking the nipple. Each flick made my waist jerk upward, but Iris, resting her chin on my shoulder, held me down gently to avoid injury, making me writhe in frustration.
"Hngh, mmph..."
Even as it played with the tail, the panties relentlessly tormented my labia. My vision spun; I squeezed my eyes shut. But the darkness whitened out. In the returning orgasm, my body shook violently, but the stimulation on my breasts and privates didn't slow. At some point, her hand slipped from my mouth, letting ragged breaths escape, but I caught it and held my breath against the next wave, trembling fiercely.
"You're holding back well, Saintess. Good girl."
Her praise made me feel good; I nodded without thinking, judgment clouded. Strands of disheveled hair covered half my face, but I didn't care to fix them. Ahh. It's coming again. A torrent surged from my lower belly. Iris's hot breath on my nape felt scorching. The hands kneading and toying with my breasts, the tail's massage—it all felt so good. The eerie, unknowable writhing of the protrusions drowned me in a sea of pleasure. I didn't even think about others noticing. I just held my breath with each climax to earn her praise and stifle my moans. Iris was my body's big sister, so it was natural for her to praise me. A fleeting thought crossed my mind that my body was being tamed by her, but whatever. She wasn't brainwashing me for evil; she was just helping relieve my frustrations.
Only when my head throbbed did Iris finally satisfy me. She whispered to me as I panted, barely able to open my eyes.
"Saintess. Did the massage feel good?"
"Y-yess...♡"
Yes, it was a massage. Not incestuous sex or rape or any crime—just a wholesome big sister helping her little sis with her needs. With that thought, I tried to nod, slurring through my loosened tongue. My head lolled forward from exhaustion.
"Alright, shall we head out? Hanbyeol must be waiting. I was gonna apply some scented oil, but the sweet aroma is already overwhelming. No need—you don't want to cover the Saintess's natural scent with anything else."
"Y-yeah..."
With Iris supporting me, I stood on wobbly legs. I staggered, unable to balance, and she kindly let me lean on her.
"Careful. The floor's slippery."
As soon as I stepped out, I habitually cast Purify on my body, eliminating the slipperiness. But the lingering euphoria exhausted me.
"Phew. Hanbyeol's probably waited long enough—can you play with her in this state?"
"Who cares? We can nap together first, then go play."
"Right..."
"Oh, sisters. I'll clean the tub. Don't worry about it—we're not leaving it messy."
Iris said kindly, looking around. The others reacted with even greater fluster and deference.
"No, sister. We'll handle it—please go rest with the Saintess."
"Exactly, sister. The Saintess looks exhausted from the long soak. If anyone asks, we'll say you cleaned up. No demerits for you."
"Yeah, we'll all keep quiet."
It seemed like a rule: you clean your own tub. Even Iris the heretic inquisitor wasn't exempt. Not a bad rule. It felt like soldiers grabbing brooms when the sergeant offers to clean. I tried to smile but stumbled from fatigue. Worried, Iris pretended to relent and accepted their kindness.
"Thank you. But it's five demerits each, then."
"No problem. Rest well, sister. And Saintess."
I lacked the energy to speak, so I gave a slight nod to the nuns and priestesses with my unfocused eyes. My messy hair obscured them further. Iris fetched our clothes from the changing room, dressing me first before herself. Hanbyeol, bored from waiting, lay sprawled on a bench in the changing room, sleeping so deeply she'd never notice if carried off.
"She must be tired."
"Yeah. Go back to your room and nap first."
"Okay."
I was already worn out from the multiple orgasms. Even in my haze, I recognized my voice slurring with fatigue, so I obediently followed Iris. I say it again: not because it was Iris, but because it was common sense. Some inexplicable defense mechanism convinced me, but whatever. Forcing my drooping eyes shut, I followed her back to my room. Iris carried Hanbyeol.
Hanbyeol flopped onto the bed beside me as soon as we arrived. I lifted my heavy arm to stroke her hair; she grinned sleepily and snatched my hand, clutching it tight—maybe sleep-talking. Come to think of it, I wasn't bound for once. Iris must've forgotten. Best to sleep properly now. To avoid injury, I resolved to pass out completely. My utterly exhausted body plunged into sleep the moment my eyes closed.