Truly Smothered in Overprotection
It took a full three days for the subtle overprotectiveness to finally ease up. She was croaking like she might choke to death on her own if handled wrong, and one night her eyes hollowed out before she just keeled over and fainted—couldn't blame them for being cautious. But still, seeing how they treated me like fragile glass or a delicate pufferfish that might shatter at the slightest rough touch... it was sweet, yet agonizing.
Who wouldn't appreciate a little consideration? Except the root of it all wasn't some illness or frailty—it was lust. Davin had helped relieve me once, and I'd taken care of it myself a few times too... but without going all the way to satisfaction, the lingering frustration eventually faded with time. The helplessness of that unquenched desire dying down left me in a quieter mood than usual, so I spent the whole day lazing in bed. With nothing to do, I napped through the afternoons, and even though the two beauties sandwiching me from both sides subjected me to unintentional caresses that kept me up at night, my complexion actually improved compared to before. Not that I could tell—it was just what Iris and Hanbyeol said.
Even that much stimulation started feeling less intense after constant exposure. Was I adapting out of familiarity, or had my body given up on getting aroused in that situation, realizing no pleasure reward would come? Either way, it was a relief for me. But it wasn't all good news... with people around, I couldn't even grind against the sheets. If I squirmed too much and got myself worked up enough to cry out with the holy relic's help... well, ironically, the only way to vent my desires was during Iris's hymen checks.
"Nng... hngg..."
I twisted my head away, forcing a displeased expression as I slowly rocked my hips on Iris's lap. Not because I wanted to—it was more like suppressing the pleasure, terrified of surrendering to it. Avoiding her eyes, I furrowed my brow to hide my arousal and savored the vibrator nestled inside me.
"Your expression and sensitivity feel different from usual... strange. You're not numb or anything, though..."
"Hahk, what... are you... talking about... ahng!"
One of her well-lubricated fingers slipped inside, but unlike before, it didn't just probe. Her palm pressed firmly against my clit, shaking not just the exposed tip but the buried tissues beneath... My attempt to fake displeasure crumbled as my mouth gaped open involuntarily, a moan spilling out.
Iris smirked and toyed with her finger more wickedly. It had always just checked the hymen and withdrawn, but now it stimulated my inner walls to meet her palm grinding my clit upward toward my lower belly. Of course, they never quite touched. The ambiguous spot in between—that vague lower abdomen area—took the pressure instead.
"You've lost a bit of weight... skipping meals?"
"Ahng, I eat... everything... you give me... without leaving any... oooh!"
"That's not what I heard."
Suddenly, her hand began pistoning. The shallowly inserted finger teasingly scraped my walls in and out, while her unrelenting grip dragged my clit down and back up repeatedly. Her other hand, idle until now, stroked my lower belly before pressing firmly right above the clit. The spot Davin had mentioned—the root of the clit, buried inside. A novel, intense sensation made me shudder violently.
My mind went hazy; I couldn't tell if my upper body was falling backward or forward unsupported. It wasn't the orgasm from clit stimulation, but the shock rivaled it.
"Be careful now."
Laila, who'd been watching, caught me from behind. I couldn't distinguish if the trembling was mine or hers.
"If this much tires you out, can you even make it to tomorrow's prayer meeting? Won't you collapse the moment you sit, like last time? Rest tomorrow too."
"Not... tired..."
"You barely eat what we give you. Hanbyeol complains every time about how little the Saintess eats."
"That's because... hngt... I haven't gone out, so my stomach feels full..."
"It's the opposite. You don't eat properly, so we can't even take you anywhere. Got it?"
As she scolded me, Iris kept pressing my lower belly. It wasn't the womb or as deep as my vagina, but something felt profoundly pressed, whitening out my mind.
"Ah... aaaaaah..."
"See? Even pressing somewhere that's not an erogenous zone sends you over the edge. The fatigue from subjugating that fire spirit clearly hasn't cleared. You need rest."
"Ahng, ah... aaaaahng... hng... aaah..."
Something was wrong. I'd heard breasts and clits were obvious, and ears, lips, hands, thighs, spine, waist could be sensitive too. But climaxing from lower belly pressure? Never.
My legs went limp; I couldn't hold myself up, shaking uncontrollably. Laila scooped me off Iris's lap. My mind hadn't blanked or fainted, yet it felt like my first orgasm ever—abdominal muscles and lungs spasming wildly. The pleasure type matched, so why couldn't I control my body at all? Had she hit some pressure point? Had Iris accidentally ruined me? Could I never control my body by will again? Fears flooded in.
Laila lifted my quivering form and asked Iris,
"Not behind succubus techniques, huh?"
"Mind-breaking enchantment level... really just fingerwork? No artifacts or hypnosis?"
"Such rude words. There's always a spot between the vagina and womb that delivers immense pleasure. It usually takes time to find, but she's my little sister."
"Most don't know their sisters' erogenous zones."
"If you love someone, you learn everything about them. Anyway, if you can't endure even this, rest until tomorrow."
"Hngk... n-no... I can endure..."
I barely caught the last part despite missing the earlier exchange, and pleaded from Laila's arms toward Iris. She wiped her soaked lap roughly with her sleeve, stood, and pressed my belly again like before.
"What's got you so desperate to go out? No one's pressuring you to push yourself. No one's giving you side-eye either. Isn't it fine to rest a bit?"
High-pitched moans escaped with each acupressure on my slender, soft belly—not gaining weight from food or muscle from exercise—but I'd grown accustomed enough to the pleasure to barely speak.
"I don't... eek... wanna be... a parasite... oooh!"
"Parasite? Don't you know your position as Saintess? Just existing keeps your value intact. Old bishops want to lock you away reading scriptures, doing nothing—that's inhuman. That's why I fought for your freedom... but pushing yourself without regard for your health is troubling."
"Not... pushing... aaang!"
Normally, I'd suspect why they kept trying to confine me. But Iris pumping me full of this novel pleasure left no room for doubt. I just asserted my righteousness. She's this body's sister, after all—if I prove the body can handle it, I can go out. Forcing my unfocused, slack eyes toward her, Iris's red silhouette loomed close.
"Saintess. Even among otherworlders, you're revered. You prayed for others even in that corrupt Pope's clutches. No one would resent you lounging and eating a bit."
A sweet scent, similar yet different from mine, filled my nose. My mind fogged like hypnosis.
"Yesssh..."
But I couldn't just stay home forever. Rallying my wits, I mumbled with my lolling tongue. A snort escaped Iris's nose.
"Can't be helped. I'll yield—but with conditions. To test your self-control... conquer a dungeon wearing this."
Iris pulled a craftwork from her bosom—two fingers curved slightly—and began chanting a prayer. I stared blankly, unsure what was happening. Unlike other heals, it dragged on for about two minutes. When she finished, it vibrated. She hiked up the hem of my priestess robes, slipped it into my panties.
"Hiyaaahk!"
Forgetting I was in Laila's arms, my back arched like a shrimp. Arms bound, I couldn't reach between my legs to yank out the vibrating thing, thrashing wildly instead.
"Uh, Inquisitor? Is this okay for Eve?"
"A holy relic worn on the clit during saintesses' penance periods since ancient times. Custom-made for your body—no slipping or falling out."
Less intense than the panty's studs meant to climax me, but it still stirred primal pleasure. Lodged ambiguously inside, fixed in place, its protruding curved tip enveloped my clit perfectly, vibrating relentlessly. It reminded me vaguely of a woman's vibrator, but dialed just to the brink of orgasm.
"Haaaah... take it out, please... aaaahng!"
"Not like old saintesses wearing it a week straight—just until you clear the dungeon. If you can't handle it, obey quietly and focus on recovery."
"Hngk... f-fine... I'll wear it... and clear... the dungeon..."
"Now you have two holy relics on you. You're an excellent saintess—stop calling yourself a parasite or self-deprecating."
"Yhessh..."
At Iris's nod, Laila lowered me feet-first to the floor. With panties still down, love juices trickled down my thighs. Iris swiped some with her finger, pulled thumb and index apart to check the sticky thread.
"Not leaving right away. But to remove it, clear the dungeon first? Of course, not solo—who you bring is your skill too. Your high popularity counts."
"It... won't stop...?"
"Never stops until removed."
Iris gave a wry smile at my despairing face.
"Still a tough trial, right? It's okay—no saintess endured it from the start."
"...Laila, help..."
I kept twisting my legs and hips, begging her. Laila glanced at Iris, swallowed hard, and asked,
"Can I jump you while it's on?"
"You'd taint the saintess's trial?"
"No, thought a few orgasms might ease it..."
To Laila's lame excuse in a menacing tone, I teary-eyed shouted,
"After I get back! Please!"
"Deal. Call the little mage too? She's guild-working, but she'd come if Eve calls."
"How could I show her... this..."
Pleasure didn't fade. Mid-sentence, I squeezed my eyes shut, body shuddering. But no climax came. It teased right to the orgasm's edge, then stalled. The relics seemed to know each other's purpose—the panty that once climaxed me stayed silent now. Just like it never activated when I wanted.
Couldn't wait for Hanbyeol. Going to her or waiting for her shift end was out—feared other players' stares, couldn't show her this state. Maybe natives knew saintesses endured such trials? Or just clergy, since Iris mentioned it.
Even thinking drained me; I panted. Heading to the door, I paused to catch breath and plan. Head to the main temple, recruit party from a high-ranking priest. Unsure if I'd stay sane, add sub-healer and tank. No specific dungeon named, so easy one fine. Dealer DPS could be low. Laila had some firepower anyway—succubus, used cold blessing in last raid, so magical aptitude...
"Haaaahk..."
Thoughts blanked. Couldn't masturbate, so suppressed the surging pleasure. Holding breath through the crisis, I glared at Iris full of resentment.
"Past saintesses... couldn't remove it themselves?"
"Hands bound behind like yours, legs fixed with barred shackles limiting stride. Better than that, no?"
Fuck that. I broke sweat dodging Iris's interrogation on my impure thoughts, somehow sensing that split-second notion.