Intermission: Lewd Designs on the Saintess
When I first arrived in this other world, I was even thinking about fucking Cecilia right in front of her husband if he were still alive.
The state of their marriage at the general store wasn't my business anyway, and above all, I figured that adulterous thrill would be electrifying.
Of course, my mindset hadn't really changed even now.
The saintess and High Priest Ivan... Truth be told, Ivan's devout and devoted personality does prick my conscience a bit.
From what I've heard around, they've known each other for nearly seven years already.
It was a poignant relationship straight out of a shoujo manga.
Well, I'm not a bad guy, after all.
It's not like I've decided to fuck the saintess or anything.
Of course, if the opportunity arises, I won't exactly push it away, but right now, Maribi's forbidden sex, hasn't she?
If things go well, he might even get to take her first time.
Alright. I've decided.
Even if Serena ends up getting fucked by me, I'll make sure Ivan stays happy.
I'm a good guy, after all.
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Morning.
As I passed through the cathedral courtyard, MacKellin from the nearby training grounds grinned and waved at me.
But he soon noticed something different from usual and asked about the oddity.
"What's this? No wooden sword today, huh? I was thinking of starting to teach you shield techniques soon... You giving up on swordsmanship already?"
"No way. I'd love to learn more if I could, but actually, this time..."
I briefly explained that I was learning to wield divine power to boost my physical immunity.
I didn't specify who was teaching me.
MacKellin nodded slightly in understanding.
"Come to think of it, you've been training your body raw without using divine power all this time. Nothing beats that for building a foundation... Yeah, you've seemed listless in training lately, so it's a good idea."
"Once my body's full of vigor again, I'll challenge you. Shield techniques too, for sure."
"Heh heh. Sure. But if you want to learn from me, better hurry. I've got orders to head up to the capital with the saintess's group. Or will you come along?"
"Mm. I'll think about that some more..."
I gave him a light greeting and headed inside the cathedral to find the saintess.
"Then, let's begin."
With Serena before me in her solemn saintess robes, my full-on training in divine power—and by extension, conquering the saintess—truly kicked off.
Of course, her bedroom would have been ideal, but naturally, I was in her office.
As Serena explained the theory, I organized her words in my head. It boiled down to this:
Divine power was a derivative of divine force, obtained through devout faith in the goddesses and their grace in response.
Like everything else, people had different "vessels," so the amount of divine power one could hold varied. But with direct grace from a goddess or absorbing a holy relic, expanding that vessel was entirely possible.
Of course, how many people ever got that lucky?
So the key was "how efficiently one could wield the divine power they had."
Advanced techniques were premature for now, but if I could circulate this holy energy through my body, it would greatly boost my immunity and strengthen me overall.
It was a lesser power, but similar in nature to divine force, so it might even mitigate Maribi's spells.
Or maybe that's overreaching.
"Your divine power is incredibly pure and vast in quantity. But without knowing how to use it, it's all for naught. Now, thrust out your chest again and focus on sensing the power surging within."
"Yes. Hmm......"
Standing in the center of the office with my hands piously clasped before me, Serena stood calmly beside me, guiding me.
Truth be told, I couldn't quite distinguish if what I felt was mana, divine force, or divine power...
Was my vessel really that large, as she said? Everything felt like a powerful force.
"Hold on..."
As I floundered, Serena, who had been gazing at me intently, slowly pressed close... and gently took my hand in hers, overlaying it with her own.
To think our first skinship would happen like this.
And wow, her hand felt incredibly soft...
A sweet fragrance wafted from her near-touching long locks, making me unusually tense—not like my usual self at all.
Was it her saintess aura?
When Cecilia did something similar, my head was full of fucking her, but now I couldn't even play it cool.
"I'm infusing divine power into you right now. It has regenerative properties, so it won't harm you. Now, do you feel a similar energy? ...Hmm, one moment."
Serena blinked prettily, her lashes fluttering as she held my hand opposite her.
"Your energy is surging irregularly. Is something distracting you?"
"W-Well..."
I shyly averted my eyes.
With slightly flushed cheeks and lips working nervously, I finally confessed in a small voice.
"U-Up close, your beauty is just... stunning. So I'm, uh, weirdly tense... S-Sorry. I'll focus... Please, try again."
Even acting, my face burned for real.
Damn it. Why am I like this?
Serena seemed to sense my sincerity from my embarrassed expression, softening her serious face with an awkward smile as she praised me.
"Oh my. Hehe... Thank you. Um, you're cute too, Raoul... and handsome?"
"Th-Thank you."
She smiled faintly, praising my looks in a tone like she was handling a child.
But noticing her lips part and press together repeatedly... she seemed unused to this.
In other words, this was probably her first time getting such a direct, honest compliment in private.
Had she and Ivan never exchanged even romantic words alone?
That's pretty wild.
It was basic flattery, but nothing hit harder.
She tried distinguishing public from private, but she wasn't sharp like Entike, so maintaining this approach should keep landing hits.
The private lesson continued like this for a while, and by the end, I'd finally distinguished divine power and learned the theory of wielding it.
For reference, she said my absorption speed was objectively quick—not genius level, but prodigy or gifted territory.
As I thought that inwardly, I gulped down the holy water she'd prepared, gradually easing Maribi's debuff.
Nice. Feeling energized.
Shield techniques in the afternoon, maybe.
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Whether it was Serena's holy water or Maribi's spell wearing off nicely, my libido was surging back lately.
Training motivation dipped a bit... but whatever.
Olivia and Bereani, frustrated at not properly mating with me and the nuns.
After work, when I visited for sex, they blinked their big eyes prettily, genuinely delighted, and prepared to serve.
Bereani and Olivia changed into perverse outfits exposing their ass cracks and pussies, fucking me around the nunnery till sunset, instantly drawing envious stares from the other nuns.
Maybe because I was taking the initiative after so long, they catered to every spoiled whim, their cuteness making me order all sorts of depraved acts.
They nodded obediently, granting everything—a sight to behold.
Like with Irina and Linda, I made them exchange and lick the pussy juice I'd squirted into my palms...
Petted their chins, saying good girls.
Olivia plugged her womb-full of cum with her pussy plug; I pulled it out and shoved Bereani's face into the pussy to slurp every drop.
In the open corridor, dozens watching, both on all fours like dogs.
As Bereani slurped noisily—"Slurp. Sluuuurp...♥ Glrk. Glrk.... Smooch. Smooch smooch♥"—Olivia couldn't hold back, her thick ass quivering as pussy juice gushed from her gaping slit.
And the countless nuns pleasuring themselves in a group masturbation show while voyeuring our sacred fuckfest? No need to mention.
Being dishonest with desire was blasphemy, after all.
They'd stop if I said so, but it was nice eye candy during sex, so I let it go.
Of course, the air reeked of bitch in heat everywhere.
At night, we piled onto Olivia's big bed for more sacred play.
Loving the upgraded size—good mindset.
Lying center, two or three beautiful nun big sisters hugged me from all sides, offering their tits at my demand.
My thirst still raged!
I suckled the longest nipples among the nun sisters, guzzling delicious breast milk all night... but oddly, the thirst didn't quench.
Still, waking to Olivia and Bereani amiably sucking my dick, beaming smiles when our eyes met... that satisfied me enough.
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The private lessons with the saintess continued for days.
Outwardly unchanged from the start, but I figured the conquest was progressing steadily.
Not the training—the saintess ploy.
Sincere compliments, flattery, shyness. Accumulating, the once strictly professional saintess was adapting, responding positively.
She wasn't dumb; she felt my admiration overflowing.
The thrill of being admired... few humans could resist that subtle sweetness.
It wasn't evil, anyway.
Even the iciest person gives back when receiving one-sided affection long enough.
Her gaze on me was far from romantic interest, but it was the process, so whatever.
When Serena occasionally giggled softly, genuinely loosening up, I couldn't help but feel happy too.
For real.
After treating so many nuns like pets... now my nonexistent tail seemed to wag.
Why did seeing the intellectual saintess pleased make me want to do more for her...?
Wait. I'm way too immersed.
Something's seriously wrong.
And rightly so—I was like a lovestruck girl, blushing nightly recalling Serena's beauty and graceful poise...
And this bizarre thirst was only worsening.