So That's How It Works?
"Ah, Iris. This is, um..."
I'd never realized eyes alone could stab right into your heart like that. Not just me—Laila was shrinking back too, taking hesitant steps away. Iris just glared at us without a word, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I ducked my face behind Laila's back, where she was carrying me piggyback.
Laila, who had been edging backward, finally stepped fully into the room and slammed the door shut with her tail before making a huge fuss.
"Eve, what do we do? There's a demon outside! How are we gonna deal with that killing intent?!"
"The demon is you, Laila... Calm down. Iris isn't a bad person..."
I tried to soothe her, but honestly, I was scared too. If we'd just talked about this in front of Iris, maybe it would've been fine. But no—Laila had to slam the door right in her face, which probably made the already pissed-off Iris even angrier.
"...Open the door first and stay behind me. I'll talk to her..."
Could I even apologize? If I were alone, maybe, but from Iris's perspective, I'd been rough with her little sister's body... I figured I had to say sorry, so I nodded at Laila, who was hesitating by the door.
She sat me on the bed closest to the door, then turned the knob with trembling hands and bolted behind the bed to hide. The air around Iris felt ten degrees colder, making my body shiver faintly. Her icy glare made me flinch—if I hadn't been sitting on the bed, I probably would've collapsed right there.
"Ahaha, Iris...? How have you been...? Forgive me for greeting you while sitting. My back and legs hurt too much right now..."
I started with pleasantries at least. They say you can't stay mad at a smiling face. If I acted cute, maybe she'd soften up a bit...
"You feel like smiling right now?"
"I'm sorry."
No such luck. I bowed my head deeply and wiped the smile off my face as she snapped at me coldly. Guess smiling just made her madder in this case. As I switched to a properly remorseful attitude, I heard her stride toward me purposefully. Her legs stopped right in front of mine.
"If your body hurts that much, why aren't you resting at home? Why come all the way here?"
"...It's a long story..."
"Long or short, there must be a good reason. Tell me."
"This succubus saved me first. But she used to be the Pope's closest aide, so she was fated for execution. I couldn't just kill her to repay the favor... so instead of punishment, I bound her to me."
"What does that have to do with you being here, Saintess?"
"Well... Laila lives off vital energy. I asked some people from my guild to help with that. She can't stay far from me, so I came along..."
"You could've just called her to the house. Did you really have to drag that body all the way here?"
"Th-the way she takes in vital energy is... that kind of thing. If I'd let her do it at home, cleanup would be a mess... and with you and Hanbyeol possibly coming back anytime, Laila would've..."
Guilt made me keep coming up with excuses. These were all the reasons I was here, but they clearly weren't enough to calm Iris down. I sneaked a peek at her—she was still glaring daggers. Not appeased at all. I bowed my head again and mumbled on.
"I get why you're mad about me mistreating your sister's body. But I was trying to be considerate of you and Hanbyeol in my own way..."
"Considerate? Rolling around in a brothel like this with that lewd succubus, without a word?"
"No, it's not a brothel..."
"Right, it's a guild built by people you knew. So it felt good fooling around with a succubus in a room where anyone might hear?"
"N-no, that's not... I'm sorry..."
Maybe I should've treated it more preciously since it wasn't my body. Guess being girls didn't mean I could let my guard down. Iris might even see me as a slut. No excuse for that. With Laila, at least I had the justification of using her as a masturbation tool, but with Davin? That was me giving in to the fire in my heart. Had I lost my mind? No matter how aroused I got, I'd crossed my own line this time. I'd offered my body first to someone I didn't even love. Hell, watching Davin get pounded by Laila's tail, I'd even thought I wanted something shoved in my pussy too.
"I was wrong... I'm sorry..."
The disgust and fear of someday losing myself to lust, ending up in some guy's arms moaning like an idiot—it swallowed me whole. And the shame and guilt from blacking out after surrendering to desire made me slide off the bed and kneel. My shaky legs nearly sent me tumbling to the floor, but the weight down below helpfully kept my center of gravity low enough to stay upright.
"I was worried sick hearing you'd been tortured by that Pope trash and couldn't even think straight, but here you are playing around with other women..."
"I was wrong..."
"Well, people roll around giving in to momentary urges sometimes. Sure, if you like someone, you might end up in bed together. But with a succubus? How far were you planning to go?"
I'd forgotten. In the modern world, succubi were just lewd fantasy races or sexy big-sis types, but in this fantasy setting? Full-on demons. Especially to someone like Iris, a priest with deep faith—they were polar opposites.
"S-sorry..."
"I need to check. Spread your legs."
"Y-yes?"
"I have to confirm if that bitch took your virginity, Saintess."
Her blunt order left me stunned, staring up at her with teary eyes, but Iris's face was utterly cold.
"I-I didn't put anything in Eve's pussy!"
"Shut up, demon."
"Yes, ma'am..."
Laila peeked out from behind the bed after a brief protest, eyes wide as she watched us. I hesitated, then started spreading my knees. Impatient, Iris kicked them apart roughly with her foot.
"Ahit!"
My knees scraped the floor, tearing my stockings. Ignoring it, she squatted in front of me and shoved her hand straight into the panties Laila had dressed me in. The thing I'd craved so badly before passing out was finally happening.
"Eut, uuuh!"
Iris's fingers dug between the mound of my pussy and penetrated. One, two. They were soft, but since I wasn't wet, it just felt dry, rough, and painful. The weird sensation scared me—my hips jerked back, my body leaning forward—but Iris pressed closer, shoving her fingers even deeper.
"Ah, it hurts...!"
"Don't be dramatic. These fingers have been in and out hundreds of times."
"H-huh...?"
Did she mean the original Ivy had done this stuff with her sister hundreds of times? Confused and teary-eyed, I looked up at her—her anger had vanished, replaced by a chilling smile that sent shivers down my spine.
"W-wait! Because of the holy relic, if you put anything in there... Iris's fingers could get cut off...!"
"I know. I've tried it myself."
"N-no, don't... Your fingers..."
"There are conditions for it cutting off, and I won't break them. Stay still."
Her fingers, delving deeper, snagged on something inside me. I'd never looked inside my own body, but instinct told me it was my hymen. I trembled. Nothing had ever gone this deep before. The sudden realization brought a shameful flood, wetting her hand.
"Just a little poke and you're flooding like this... Looks like you were lewd from the start, Saintess."
"N-no... It's not my fault my body is like this..."
"So you're saying my sister was lewd?"
"...Sorry. Sorry for being such a slutty woman..."
Since I was in her sister's body, I was a sinner in Iris's eyes no matter what. A twisted sense of regret hit me as her fingers slowly withdrew. She held her slick hand in front of my face.
"Lick it clean. It's your fluids that got it wet, Saintess."
"Y-yes...?"
"She didn't break your hymen, so I'll forgive you with this. If it was gone, it wouldn't end here. I'd bind your whole body and lock you away just to keep you alive."
The scene she described flashed in my mind, making me shudder. Limbs tied, trapped in some back room—unable to walk or even move... But it wasn't fear; my body thrilled with anticipation. Since she'd forgiven me, I started licking her hand, sucking up my own juices. My aroused body kept squirting, soaking my panties more. And the thing that hadn't reacted at all while Laila and Davin went at it? This time, it did its job perfectly.
"Slurp... lick... suck! Mmph, mmngh...!"
Mid-lick, I came. Iris stared at me incredulously as I clenched my eyes shut around her fingers.
"Jesus, cumming from licking your own pussy juice? Where do they make perverts like you, Saintess? I never pegged you for that..."
"Shorry, shorry..."
I apologized around her fingers. Shame brought endless tears. My fluids had a sweet, concentrated scent like my own aroma, but tasted like bland water. I'd never tried piss, but I figured it'd be grosser... Her fingers rolled over my tongue.
"This won't do. You'll be stuck with that succubus from now on, and I can't just kill her. But who knows when she'll pop your cherry and corrupt a lewd saintess like you... So you'll get inspected by me every day. Got it?"
"Heek, heek, yesssh..."
She demanded the humiliating task without pulling her fingers out, and I panted my garbled reply. Weirdly, my biggest relief was that her fingers were fine.
"Wait, I don't want my tail or fingers cut off either! You can't think a perfectly fine succubus is a rapist—kyaaak! Sorry! I'm a useless succubus who only knows sex! Spare me!"
Iris shot a piercing glare her way, and Laila instantly cowered and groveled. Maybe she was a pretty weak succubus specimen. I thought this as I licked every corner of Iris's hand clean.
"Haa, haa... All clean."
I panted hot breaths, finished the job, and pulled my head back. A silver thread connected her hand and my lips before snapping and falling to the floor.
"Good girl. I'm not that strict—if you're pent up, I get fooling around a bit with someone else. But losing your virginity, tied to your holy power? Your healing abilities would vanish, and Ivy would be heartbroken."
So that's why she gave me the holy relic to protect it. Makes sense—priestesses in this world probably retire upon marriage. Relieved her fingers were intact, I accepted her head-pat with her other hand, then remembered something guildmates had mentioned and hesitantly spoke up.
"Ah, um... Iris. Sorry, but there's bad news..."
"Let's hear it. What?"
"About Ivy... Not me, the real Ivy..."
I glanced sideways at Laila and paused meaningfully. Iris nodded, getting it. It was a secret from her, so I was being vague—hope it landed.
"Yes. Go on."
"See... The original owners die right when the possessors' souls enter. It's like getting extra lifespan in a body that was meant to die..."
Your sister might be gone forever. That's what I was saying, but Iris looked surprisingly calm when I peeked.
"I suspected as much."
She cupped my cheek gently, tilting my face up to meet her eyes.
"Thanks for telling me first. But don't worry about it, Saintess. I'm looking into ways myself. It wasn't your choice, so no guilt."
"...Thank you."
Laila let out a pitiful whine.
"Am I the only one who doesn't get it...?"
"Not your business, demon. Focus on serving the Saintess. And never touch her petals."
"My tail and fingers are precious too!"
Iris was merciless to her, but Laila whined back defiantly. It eased my mind a bit—no total bloodbath. One hurdle cleared. Daily hymen checks sounded bleak, but sisters checking on each other? Grandmas playfully measure grandkids' growth too. Embarrassing, but whatever. I sighed.
"I have more business, so I can't head home right away. Eat dinner with Hanbyeol first."
She patted my head once more and stood. My legs still wobbly from the aftershocks, I couldn't get up as Laila sneaked over.
"Who is she that even you cower, Eve...? Though you're kinda the weakest anyway..."
"What do you take me for..."
"You know."
Laila glanced at my still-wet panties. Iris had fixed my skirt, hiding it, but feeling exposed, I clamped my legs together.
"...That's enough for today. I'm beat."
"Didn't say we would. Were you hoping? Want more at home?"
"No thanks! Hurry back... If we don't beat sunset, Hanbyeol might clobber you."
Iris said to eat with Hanbyeol first, so their shifts must be ending soon. At my nudge, Laila hoisted me up and bolted.