If a Max-Level Party Hits a Newbie Dungeon
"Thank you, thank you..."
I kept thanking the nun who'd graciously understood my plight, all while desperately holding back the climax swelling inside me. Sure, I liked lewd stuff myself and thought I was pretty tolerant of it... but that didn't mean I wanted to leave such a lascivious impression in front of strangers. Even if it wasn't my choice—if it was just a "trial" born of some misunderstanding.
My face, already slack with those obscene moans echoing in my ears, had probably seared itself into their memories. So when I dragged Laila along to the church headquarters to form a party of people who might actually get my situation, I was relieved I hadn't plunged my dignity into the abyss.
"To think you're already enduring a trial... I'm a bit worried it might be too soon, but if Sister Iris said so, there's no helping it. Please have a seat here, and I'll round up some suitable candidates from those who haven't left on missions yet."
The nun who greeted us looked at me with genuine admiration. Meanwhile, I was crossing my legs, stifling moans. The disconnect of her seeing that as praiseworthy made me give up trying to understand this world. How exactly do they treat saintesses in this church? Like public fucktoys? The handling felt about right, yet they demanded virginity too—an irony. Or maybe just sexy symbols to jerk off to: dressed and posed provocatively for anyone to fantasize about, but kept pure in reality.
"Hngh, ugh... Um, is there maybe... a private spot where I can be... alone for a bit...?"
Even as I spoke, I twitched repeatedly, my voice coming out pitiful even to my own ears. I wondered what others thought. People passing by the reception desk were blushing and hurrying along. Should I be grateful they knew my situation but pretended not to notice? The nun alone smiled benevolently, looking apologetic.
"Sadly, no. There are communal dorms, but if you ask the other priests or nuns there, you might be able to use one."
"N-no... it's not... hngh, that important... ahn, to borrow a private room... or anything..."
"Hmm. Still, if you can't control your moans here, it might come off as too provocative and disrupt others' duties. We should figure something out..."
"Sorry..."
"No need to apologize. Every saintess before you went through this as an annual event. But some might lose their reason hearing your alluring voice. Would it be all right if we gagged you?"
"Pardon?"
While I blinked in confusion, the nun rummaged under the desk and pulled something out with a clatter. It was a gag, as she'd said—but with a long rod protruding from the inside of the mouthpiece...
"This kind of thing..."
"It's anatomically designed. Helps with training for serving the divine later on, and if you ever get a lover... well, you know."
She slyly curled her fingers in a circle, sticking out her tongue and waggling it suggestively in front of her open mouth. Her eyes curved wickedly, and I flushed crimson, ducking my head.
"Anyway, if you're waiting here, you'll need to wear this. Folks are already blushing at your beautiful voice... Better to prevent accidents, right?"
"...Yeah, okay."
Asking her to call me when everyone's assembled, then heading home like this would be a nuisance. Basically abuse of power. Not that saintesses even had real authority here—I'd only ever heard polite speech from them, so maybe it was just a powerless title. Either way, I couldn't inconvenience others for my sake.
"Laila, mind helping?"
"Sure, whatever... Ah, go ahead."
I'd seen these in videos back when I was a guy, so I knew the basics. The classic cock gag. It wasn't as huge as in porn—no deep-throating required—so I opened wide with relief. But my mouth was small; it wouldn't fit in one go. The rod, soft yet firm against my teeth, caught, and Laila urged me on.
"Open wider."
"Aaaah."
I stretched my jaws to the limit, and finally the rod shoved in, scraping over my tongue deeper than expected—reaching the root and tickling my throat.
"Glrk, urgh."
My airway compressed slightly, breathing a struggle; the pressure triggered faint nausea, tears welling up. But my stuffed mouth couldn't even move my tongue.
The nun led me from the desk to a plush chair in the lobby corner. Even with my arms bound behind me, the cushioned backrest was considerate—no pain. She laid a white cloth down first, though.
"If you can't hold it, don't—just let go."
"Mmph..."
I nodded and sat. The vibrations jolted up my spine, the holy relic edging me relentlessly to the brink but never over, forcing me to rub my thighs even seated. My widened female hips and slender legs made direct friction tough—just my stocking-clad thighs rubbing via knee movements.
Laila licked her lips watching me writhe.
"Can't help a cutie suffering like this. No joke, the Demon Lord would be heartbroken."
"Mmph, mmph..."
"I'd love to drag you to a back room and pound you senseless... but the inquisitor said no touching till the trial ends. She okayed it after, so hang in there till then."
"Hngh..."
I'm dying to grind too. Annoyingly, my panties stayed quiet, the tail just swaying teasingly. Waiting for party matching was pure hell. Tucked in the corner, at least eyes were off us—but others waiting nearby swallowed hard, faces red, hearing my ragged breaths and leaking nasal moans. Was public indecency not a thing here? Or okay in a temple? Roaming outside like this would get me arrested, surely. Thank god for high mental strength stats. Otherwise, I'd have succumbed, humping a corner with my pussy while shaking my hips.
I lost track of time—kicking the floor in agony, curling up, repeating. The nun, who'd been briefing passersby, approached.
"Sorry for the wait, Saintess. I've gathered a paladin and monk for the dungeon delve. Care to meet them?"
The paladin and priest she introduced were familiar. The one who'd shielded me from the rampaging fire spirit, and Hamill—scarred face worse, but still those deep eyes and stoic expression.
"Nice to meet you, Saintess. MintChocoHaagenDazs here. Call me Minha."
True to her name, sans helmet unlike the raid, her hair was mint-green—like black bridge? Her cool, striking beauty matched her vibe. I managed a smile and nod amid pain, then heard Hamill's intro.
"Hamill. But that succubus..."
Laila removed the gag. My strained breathing eased; I panted, steadying myself before greeting them hoarsely.
"Long time no see, both of you. Call me Ivy. This is Succubus Laila. She worked under the Pope once but's bound to me now—no worries."
The nun took the drool-soaked gag from Laila, sealed it in a clear case, and carried it off. Why box it instead of tossing or washing? Did I just put someone else's used gag in my mouth? Unsettled, I chanted a personal purification prayer while Laila wiped my drool.
"If the Saintess vouches..."
Hamill's first frown eased toward Laila, face blank again. Laila flashed him a sly smile.
"Looking ripped, big bro. Free after the dungeon? Ah, not tonight—prior engagement—but tomorrow?"
"I have zero interest in bedding demons."
"Even slathered in the Saintess's juices...?"
"Hmph."
"Wh-what the hell?! Sigh, Minha. Sorry, it's my condition..."
"Yeah, you're on Saintess duty, right? Looks erotic as hell, but I get it."
"Church folks know why, but I don't want other players seeing me like this. So... please..."
"Obviously. I'd hate anyone seeing me that way too. Not saying you're embarrassing, Ivy—or, well, it is kinda... ugh, sorry. Anyway."
Meant as comfort, but it stabbed like a dagger, tears pricking. No malice, though. I turned from Minha to Hamill—the awkward guy who'd stubbornly believed I was the saintess, embracing penance. Those facial scars probably from it. While Laila and the paladins wrecked me sexually, he'd faced raw violence.
"...Did it hurt a lot?"
The Pope's fault, but he'd suffered for trusting me—guilt surged. Suppressing the orgasm at my chin, I asked seriously. He answered with his usual blank face.
"Bearable. Easier than frontline duty tanking monster hits."
"Not too injured? How's your body now...?"
"Father's grace left me unscathed."
Unscathed my ass—knife scars all over his face. My pity twisted into a crouch as my waist buzzed again.
"Haaah!"
But no release. The thing encasing my clit vibrated irregularly, denying orgasm. Legs buckling, I shivered; Minha asked worriedly.
"You okay? Forget clearing—can you even reach the dungeon?"
"I... have to... They say clearing lifts it..."
"Yikes. Easiest difficulty then? Honestly, in that state..."
Couldn't follow her words. Probably fretting if I could pull my weight. I agreed bone-deep. Losing focus mid-fight, missing a heal? Frontline paladin and monk down in seconds. They had self-heals, but that didn't excuse slacking. Tougher dungeons meant more burden on me. No wipes maybe, but longer clears = longer torment. Healers suck at DPS, but botched heals force hybrids to divert attack time/mana to recovery—deal loss, slower clears. So Minha's easy-mode suggestion made sense.
"Low-diff dungeons mean revisiting harder ones later to prove quals. Okay with that?"
Hamill asked bluntly but considerately. Grateful, but right now? No risky spots.
"Easiest one, quick..."
"As you say. Hehe, seeing Ivy like this is thrilling... Can't wait for more views."
Ignoring Laila's nonsense, I asked the nun for the simplest, nearest dungeon. She smiled kindly, proffering a map.
"A cave where weak monsters respawn steadily. Monster scholars guess the damp, fertile soil draws slimes and such. No Demon Lord link, but left alone, overflow hits nearby farms. Normals can handle if they know how, but numbers overwhelm—so guilds post cheap requests to protect farms and train noobs. Submit slime essences for rewards."
Too wordy to catch all, but slimes? Classic weakest mobs in games/novels. King Slimes or bosses rare; mostly newbie fodder, as she said.
"Rewards? How much?"
"10 silver per essence. Kids earn pocket money for snacks."
Minha perked at the modest payout; nun explained patiently. Her eyes sparkled.
"Ooh, with a mage we'd sweep and make bank!"
"Mages join better-paying parties. You all could tackle harder spots... but for the Saintess, right?"
"Yep. Let's go, Ivy—hurry back!"
"Y-yeah..."
Finally, I followed the excited paladin Minha, legs rubbing. Trailing Laila tilted her head.
"Map upside down?"
"Huh? North here's."
"North's the red arrow."
"That's east?"
Tank with no sense of direction? Rough party ahead. Unease stirred.