Craving the Saintess's Holy Water
Saintess's office. As the morning lesson on channeling divine power wrapped up and it was time to part ways, I suddenly made a request to Serena while holding the now-empty glass bottle.
"C-could I have... more, please?"
"Pardon? You mean the... holy water?"
"Y-yes..."
My cheeks flushed red as I mumbled in a tiny voice. I'd always wanted to ask for more holy water, but I'd held back to avoid seeming rude. Now, though, my patience was wearing thin against the growing thirst. My body craved it. Was it like building tolerance to pills? What used to satisfy me with one dose now required two or three to feel the effect... At the very least, I needed another full bottle to get back to normal.
Serena seemed to notice something off about me too. She looked troubled for a moment before speaking.
"Hmm. I'm sorry, devotee. I don't have any extra prepared... Is it urgent?"
"N-no... I'll manage... Slurp... Haa..."
My eyes glazing over in a haze, I shook out the last remnants from the bottle and tried to lick them up with my tongue. Unable to watch, Serena stopped me.
"W-wait... If it's that urgent, I can make a fresh one right now..."
"R-really? Th-thank you!"
Serena gave a wry smile at my eyes sparkling back to life.
"Then I'll need some clean water, and it takes time to prepare... Why don't you wait outside for a bit?"
"Sure. How long will it take?"
"Well, about ten minutes... N-no, never mind. I'll have Ivan or someone fetch you anyway. Just relax. Got it?"
"Yes! Okay!"
It might be a hassle for her, but she was making it right away. I couldn't be more grateful. With sincere thanks for the saintess's kind heart, I bounced out of the office like a kid.
Having her firm promise made my patience stretch a little.
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To cut to the chase, it took less than ten minutes for a priestess to summon me on Serena's behalf. She didn't seem the type to bother people for something so trivial, but if she handed me personally made holy water... it might look like special treatment just for me. That could be awkward. She'd asked me from the start to keep the holy water business quiet from others, and I hadn't breathed a word to anyone.
"You're back. It's ready."
Reentering the office, Serena sat poised and dignified on the sofa as always. On the reception table in front of her sat a brand-new, pretty glass bottle. And inside it, clear holy water shimmered invitingly.
"Whoa... Thank you, Saintess. Can I... drink it right now?"
"...Of course."
She said that while carefully sipping her tea. For some reason, the gesture looked oddly unnatural. Anyway, thrilled at the thought of quenching my rising thirst, I plopped down on the opposite sofa and prepared to down the extra dose for the day.
Unscrewing the cap released the usual faint, alluring fragrance. No bitter medicinal stench despite its benefits—just an occasional addictive sweetness. I tilted the bottle and gulped it down, but something felt off right away.
?
A strange viscosity clung differently from usual. Pulling the bottle away, I could tell clearly—my throat felt stickier. When I fully detached it, a thick strand like saliva stretched from my lips, threatening to drip down. Seeing that, Serena...
"Pfft! Cough...! Cough cough!! Hnngh!!!"
She choked mid-sip, coughing violently.
"Pha... S-Saintess? Are you okay?!"
"Cough... Hah... It's nothing. I just drank the tea too fast. I'm fine now."
Serena wiped her mouth neatly with a handkerchief and continued without me even asking.
"A-anyway, looks like I messed up the mix. I must've gotten the ratios wrong in my rush. Sorry about that, devotee."
"Gulp... No need to apologize. You made it in a hurry because of me, so I should be the one saying sorry... Gulp."
I was the one receiving it—no need for her guilt. If anything, I felt more energized than usual. Now that I looked closely, there were even tiny bubbles... Something must've been off with the blend. Hmm. Whatever—best not overthink the little things. More importantly...
It tastes better than usual...
My thoughts slowed bit by bit. I felt like I was turning into an idiot.
So good... Incredibly good...
In my fogging mind, I slurped up the long, saliva-like strand of holy water. Richer flavor, sweeter too... And above all, insanely addictive. A few trickles had slid down my chin and stuck gooily to my cheek, so I scooped them up meticulously with my finger and sucked them clean.
"Mmm... Smack smack. This is so goooood..."
"……………………………."
Serena watched me stiffen rigidly. Yeah, it was a bit too erotic for just drinking a beverage. But with my brain melting every sip, what could I do?
"N-next time, I'll make it properly."
"It's fine. Today's batch is sweeter and tastier. Um... Could you make it like this from now on?"
"……………Pardon?"
"No, I mean... This one gives me way more energy..."
"Uh, um... You're right. I can feel your inner energy purifying more than usual. A-ah, well... S-sure."
I clapped like an idiot, beaming with joy. Soon after, it really was time to go, so I bowed politely to the saintess and left the office.
As I closed the door, I peeked through the crack. Oddly, Serena had buried her face completely in her palms, head bowed low. Then the door clicked shut.
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Over the next few days, whenever I stayed at the nunnery after duties, I'd get this vague, fuzzy feeling. I'd prop my chin, eyes half-lidded, and my face would inexplicably heat up.
-Gulp... Devotee Raoul's aura feels sexier lately.
-Yeah... Like he's fallen in love or something... Or maybe thinking of someone far away...
-Mm. If so, they'd be so lucky. We serve him so devotedly with se-sex...
-Eek!
Hearing the nuns whisper like that was routine. Even Ramis once blushed and called my vibe seductive, demanding hugs with extra aegyo.
And today, after duties, sprawled alone over my desk in my room...
I get the gist now.
Over these past few days, I'd started piecing together the weird feelings blooming for Serena. One of Maribi's convenient spells, for sure. At first, I thought it was a love spell. My heart raced, and more than wanting to fuck her, I yearned to make her purely happy. But no—it wasn't love. Yesterday, I nearly threw a tantrum for headpats and praise. If she'd scratched my chin, I'd have grinned like a fool.
This wasn't pure love. It was a fierce urge to be subservient to Serena.
'Whatever you do, use this chance to learn a servant's mindset.'
Maribi's parting words. I'd thought it was casual advice, but it was literal. And she'd forbidden sex with Serena until she allowed it—turning me into her plaything, plain and simple. Some "gift." Well, not that I minded. Serena wasn't the type to order me around cruelly or toy with my emotions.
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Night. After vigorous sex with the nuns, I told them I'd turn in early and flopped comfortably onto my bed. I'd used the crystal orb for peeking before, but not often. Focusing my divine power, I summoned it after a long while.
Mm. I just wanted to know what Serena was up to. These intensifying feelings were turning me into a creepy yandere. Cutting back on sex time, even.
What are those two... out this late?
Aiming to check the cathedral interior, I spotted two silhouettes in the open corridor right away and zoomed in. Serena and Ivan. What were they doing out at night?
Magnifying, I saw them walking slowly, chatting. The glacial pace clicked it for me—they wanted to stretch out the talk. Classic early-couple flirtiness.
Serena and Ivan walked side by side, a polite gap between them.
"How were the priestesses' lessons today, Ivan?"
"The priestesses? They have solid basics, so they pick it up fast. Lately, I've been teaching advanced Holy Barriers."
"Hmm, I see. Almost all priests are women... Anyone catch your eye?"
"S-Saintess... I teach devotees without any such impure thoughts..."
"Hehe... Just teasing. Kidding."
They bantered like that, strolling leisurely. Aww, jealous...!!
"Not cold at night—instead, this cool breeze feels perfect, right?"
Open corridor under the stars. The wind gently tousled Serena's beautiful hair. Bathed in slanted moonlight, her graceful smile was breathtaking—even through the tiny orb, it stole my breath.
"…………Yes, truly... perfect."
Ivan omitted the subject, but his faint blush gave it away—he meant her. Gaining courage from the enveloping darkness, he met her gaze steadily. Serena softened her eyes in response.
"Still..."
She started to say something but trailed off with an "Ah..." and a thoughtful look.
"Mm. Our night stroll ends here. Duties tomorrow... Thanks for indulging me, Ivan."
"...Understood. You mean that Raoul boy with divine power? Joining our order?"
"Not decided yet. He has damaged parts inside, so I'm helping. Who knows? This connection might lead him to join later. Could even become a pillar of the Pure White Faithful Society one day."
"Indeed... As wise as ever. Noted."
"No need to go that far. Well, Ivan, I'll head back."
"Yes, Saintess. Have a peaceful night..."
Their meeting ended there. Tracking her deep into the cathedral, she opened a door—to her bedroom. Not overly ornate, but the oversized room and bed screamed her status. The elegant frilled bed curtains even added a seductive touch.
"Hoo..."
Sitting at the round table, Serena set aside her veil with a soft sigh. Just like I'd glimpsed through the door crack, she covered her face with both palms.
"………."
Alone in the brightly lit room, she sat silently before removing her hands and murmuring quietly.
"Don't doubt the Goddess's words, Serena. Raoul the devotee really does feel more vibrant now..."
What was she planning? Early bedtime, maybe some light reading? But her expression looked off. Stammering to herself, the saintess...
"Th-then..."
...slowly began undressing from her saintess robes.