Isekai Milf Saga - Saintess Edition (1)
As expected, a formal notice soon came down from the cathedral. To sum it up, it was an order to maintain impeccable conduct to ensure our faith was beyond reproach and to prepare for the saintess's arrival.
With the saintess due to arrive at the grand cathedral any moment, the nuns sprang into a frenzy. They meticulously checked every corner for dirt and scrubbed it spotless, rearranged the facilities to look neat and pretty, and put in all sorts of other efforts. It had been a while since I'd seen the nuns this stressed.
One might think, it's just the neighbors visiting, why all the fuss? But whenever a high-ranking official shows up, it's the same everywhere. Just recalling my army days, when someone with stars on their uniform was coming, our company had to frantically chop down trees that "interfered with operations" for days on end with axes. Of course, they never even showed up on our side, which was utterly pointless. Anyway, no one wants to get chewed out for slacking, so that's why the bustle.
Naturally, those whore-like nun habits that barely covered their pussies vanished for the time being. You never knew when a cathedral priest might drop by for a surprise inspection.
With the nuns so busy, I finally got some alone time after ages, lounging on my bed in my room. Sure, someone might think, everyone else is working, why's this punk slacking off alone? But I had the noble duty of conserving my stamina and virility for sacred copulation. This wasn't some bullshit I made up—it was what Bereani and the nuns told me.
The saintess is coming, huh... I recalled the info I'd heard just before, sucking on Bereani and Olivia's tits at the same time.
The saintess's name was Serena—a plain but beautiful name. What surprised me was that she was a woman in her early thirties, pretty old for the role. By church rules, saintesses could marry freely after 25 without issue, so her still being active was kinda puzzling.
The capital of the Glissen Kingdom, Sangklie, housed the bishopric of the Pure White Faithful Society, where she usually resided. And she conducted regular pilgrimages called White Grace. This time, the commercial hub of Langshu was on the itinerary.
In fact, being the Pure White Faithful Society's saintess meant she could choose her own spouse and was pretty much untouchable politically. So normally, she acted like a billboard star, touring on these pilgrimages to boost fame and expand the church's influence. Pretty much celebrity marketing—must rake in a ton of converts. Of course, she wasn't just for show; rumors said she wielded insane divine power that could wipe out hordes of monsters in a pinch. But that's just hearsay for now.
It's been almost three months since I got isekai'd here. Finally, time to tackle one of my main goals: the quest to conquer the saintess and absorb her divine power. Once I ramped up my divine power and secured a solid independent reserve, my patron goddess Luis promised to lift the limits on my hypnosis suggestion ability. Mass hypnosis, even spatial domination. Imagining a world twisted by pervy common sense where everyone indulged in depraved acts already had me thrilled. And if I steadily absorbed more from here on, who knows—I might end up fucking lower goddesses before long.
Above all, conquering the saintess meant a high chance of finally getting my proper adult body back. As long as Lurien and the other goddesses didn't whine, "You loved it too... right? Right?" and push back. Well, happy fantasies end there—the real challenge starts now.
She'll stay at Tierin Cathedral for about two or three weeks... Not too long, not too short. Though if she goes out and about, our chances to meet might shrink even more.
So how the hell do I seduce her? I recalled Cecilia's words from those flirty nights long ago, when she'd sneak into my room: Anything but violence—figure it out yourself. Naturally, with my promiscuous lifestyle so far, the first idea was to fuck her or get fucked and seal the deal physically. Hypnosis... honestly, not sure it'd work. As a saintess, her divine power was probably on par with or stronger than mine. It'd depend on how much cuteness she'd gotten from Maribi, I guess.
How to close the distance? Hmm... Maybe layer another suggestion on Bereani? Nah, if the saintess notices... I pondered for a while until my head throbbed, and I rubbed my forehead lightly.
Yeah. Just wing it. No point theorizing without clashing first—proper plans don't come from headbutting ideas. As I thought that, Ramis knocked and entered my room.
"Lay believer. You're in here. You already know, right? About the saintess visiting. Oh, did you hear the carriage passing by earlier?"
"Carriage? Yeah... I think I vaguely heard it."
"Yeah... That was probably the saintess's carriage. Looks like she arrived at Tierin Cathedral earlier."
What? She's already here? Unpacking her bags just a five-minute walk away. Felt weird.
"Tomorrow, there's a short service at Tierin Cathedral to commemorate the saintess's arrival. All ascetics must attend, so you might be alone for a bit... Is that okay?"
"Well, then... I'll attend the service too. I'm curious what the saintess is like."
"Hmmm... Of course, purely out of curiosity, right?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Hehe. Nothing. Just asking nonsense. From the start, Saintess Serena... umm. Lately, I've heard... she's not like that, is she?"
Ramis muttered something to herself softly, gave a few more schedule details, then left. I was curious what the rest of that was about... but probably not important. First face-to-face with the saintess tomorrow. I felt a bit tense from the suddenness, but also harbored subtle excitement for this new, pivotal figure.
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The next morning. Normally, three duty nuns would've given me my morning fellatio, but today was an exception—no such service. Actually, since yesterday, we hadn't mixed at all. They worried that during the cathedral service, any whiff of semen from their mouths or crotches might give them away. Considering how beastly we'd been lately, holding out even one day showed superhuman restraint. They really wanted to keep this orgy life hidden from the outside.
Under a cloudless clear sky, eighty nuns lined up in two columns, heading to Tierin Cathedral. The cathedral resembled the ornate modern ones I'd seen, but at least two or three times larger than the nunnery, exuding grandeur—especially its massive central worship hall. Without that, it wouldn't house as many residents as the nunnery.
Following the nuns into the enormous worship hall, I was treated to intricate interiors that screamed effort: dozens of sturdy pillars holding up the high ceiling, beautiful stained glass in some windows, and stylish interior lamps lighting the pillars. Pure religious vibe.
Soon, the hall filled with quite a crowd. Forty from the monks' dormitory, eighty from the nunnery as expected. Plus about fifty priests and paladins from the cathedral itself—probably calling back everyone not on urgent missions. Add the laborers, it'd be way more, but today was strictly for clergy.
"…………."
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Ten paladins stood rigidly by the pillars, spaced just so. Unlike the priests, most were men, and their compact, practical armor looked cool as hell.
-Whoa... Never seen so many people gathered at the cathedral at once.
-Not my first time... but it always makes me tense here.
Glancing around, the nuns were deathly quiet, unlike usual. Made sense—they were still ascetic trainees, not yet handling major church duties, so seeing all these formal priests and paladins intimidated them. The monks nearby fidgeted, checking their attire, nerves on edge. Though Olivia, the abbess with her seniority, exchanged greetings and brief chats with other priests.
-Did you see her yesterday, Priest Evelyn? The saintess has gotten even more beautiful.
-Of course. Over thirty and unchanged. I'd be jealous if she weren't the saintess, hehe. Oh, that rumor true?
-That man? Oh... embarrassing. Unless the parties confirm it, it's just gossip, right?
Sitting with the nuns, my sharp ears caught the priests whispering up front. Hmm. Sounded like appetizing gossip... maybe about my—
"The saintess is coming out."
Someone's shout wiped my stray thoughts clean. Like everyone else, I naturally turned to the front podium.
With everyone except the paladins seated, a woman had appeared, gracefully walking to the podium's center.
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"………………Gulp."
Seeing the woman on the podium, I swallowed unconsciously and stared at her dumbly.
Sapphire black hair, dark navy naturally blending into the black locks. Her style: hime cut with the back nearly reaching her waist. The dark tones could've seemed cold and stiff for a saintess, but the subtle inward curve at the ends softened it, adding a feminine allure. Not rigid at all, Serena—with her delicate, beautiful features—seemed to smile faintly with her eyes, adjusting the hall's atmosphere.
About 170cm tall, she wore a pure white dress that modestly accentuated her curves—no cleavage, neat with sparse patterns. Matching veil on her head. No need for flashy ostentation to alienate folks. And naturally, eyes drawn to those large breasts bulging prettily against the fabric, straining it. Easily D-cup by eye, with a sharply cinched waist below. Couldn't gauge her ass fully under the dress, but wide hips suggested... just imagining made my mouth water.
"Greetings, everyone."
Her soft pink lips parted, releasing an intellectual, velvety voice. Hmm... maybe because it was so refined and sweet, I momentarily forgot my lust and genuinely thought the woman before me was stunning.