The Saintess's Lewd Holy Water Ritual
“Whoa........”
The saintess suddenly started stripping off her clothes, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the crystal orb. It was my first real chance to admire her proper figure.
Serena neatly folded and set aside her saintess robes, instantly revealing her in just her underwear. Her waist was slim and well-maintained for her age, paired with hips so wide they could only be called lascivious. And that tantalizing ass of hers... it was huge, easily among the top ones I'd seen among all the women so far.
Like Bereani, she wore pure white garter stockings and panties, but the difference was in the frillier, more ornate design—and the way Serena's thick thigh flesh bulged invitingly over the tops of her stockings. The same outfit, but her plump body turned it into something vulgarly voluptuous.
The bra she wore up top had more fabric coverage compared to the slutty visuals below, seemingly designed to compress and gather her breasts even more.
Even that was gathered up?
Thanks to the compression, a heavy cleavage formed right below her collarbone. Her full breasts, which looked about D-cup when clothed, were apparently being made to seem even smaller. Serena had been deliberately hiding her figure's presence from everyone.
She probably tried not to think about it, but she was fully aware of what a trashy body she had. Countless eyes must have been on her, no doubt.
Ramis had the most cow-like tits in the nunnery, but Serena's were probably even bigger.
“Hoo........”
With a small sigh, Serena gently placed her saintess robes aside and fetched a large plate from somewhere. It was a long, wide oval silver dish adorned with religious motifs.
That's definitely...
If my memory served right, that silver dish was used for making holy water. I'd seen one in Olivia's office before and asked her about it out of curiosity—she said it was for producing holy water, a staple tool for priests, and something they carried personally.
Like an inkstone a scholar carries to class. Fitting for a saintess-exclusive one; the decorations were elaborate.
Unlike other dishes, the holy water silver plate had a spout curved elegantly at one end. You fill it with clean water, infuse it with divine power to make holy water, then pour the finished product easily into potion bottles or the like from the spout.
But stripping down to her underwear just to make holy water...? With a no way thought, I kept watching Serena closely.
“..............”
Standing in the center of the room, she set the dish in front of her. It was filled with clean water. She stood silently for a moment, then suddenly began sliding off her panties over the garter belt.
It felt downright sacrilegious, but my eyes were honest.
Gulp...!
As the panties slipped down, the saintess's pussy came into view. For someone with such firm, plump ass and mature hips, her inner thighs revealed a surprisingly pretty bald pussy. The way her slit was sealed tight like a virgin's went without saying.
If it was just maintenance for purity as a saintess, I'd shrug it off... but damn.
The problem was how thickly padded her mound was, bulging prominently forward. Being hairless only accentuated the shape, making its lewdness indescribable. To put it crudely, it was the kind of taut flesh that would spring back and quiver if flicked with a finger.
Getting a sumata from that pussy mound would feel incredible.
As those filthy thoughts crossed my mind, the now-pantyless saintess had knelt down, ass up, and placed the silver dish between her thighs.
And then...
“.................Mm.”
Shyly, the saintess touched her pussy with her fingers and began masturbating.
Huh. On her knees, gently caressing her own pussy. It felt less like chasing pleasure and more like a dutiful chore.
Was she mixing her love juices into the holy water? So that's what divinely infused holy water meant. Perverted as fuck, but not entirely without logic.
Even my semen had a trace of divine power, making the women I slept with more beautiful and alluring. Serena's fluids must be packed with far more divine power, perfect for alleviating Maribi's curse...
Wait, hold up. Alleviate or not, if she absorbs divine power, doesn't that mean conquering the saintess this time around...?
“Ah! Mmgh... Hn!”
I tried to follow the thought, but a moan from the crystal pulled my focus back to the screen. Her masturbation had picked up a rhythm, making her pant softly.
She circled her thick pussy lips with her fingers, stimulating the outer edges. In less than a few minutes, her pussy was getting wet... and soon, thin white-tinged juices formed at her slit, slowly dripping down.
“Mm. Mm. Haaah........”
Drip... Drrrip............
The sticky strands stretched like saliva before silently invading the clean water in the dish. Serena lowered her head to confirm her juices were mixing in properly, continuing to stimulate herself for quite a while.
She didn't even dream of fingering inside—just tormenting her outer lips all day. It was kinda cute.
Finally satisfied, she slowly withdrew her fingers from between her thighs. A decent amount of her fluids had lewdly seeped into the water.
“Ah........”
About to stop, the saintess paused as if remembering something, then hesitated.
“C-Come to think of it, you asked for it... thicker........... Ahhh...”
Her cheeks flushing red, she pondered. She must've recalled my request for it stickier. Meaning she needed to make it even more concentrated...
“.................Mm! Hn. Haah...!”
With a teary expression, swallowing hard, she resumed masturbating, focusing on squeezing out more pussy juice. Her face prettily flushed from the rising pleasure, but she held back from climaxing.
That didn't last. Repeating the same strokes couldn't wring out more, so she had to amp up the stimulation.
“Eek...! Haa. Ha. Haa...!! Mmgh!”
Her tightly sealed slit had her clit lewdly erect and peeking out. Finally, she gently rubbed her clit for greater pleasure.
That clit's huge too... Big enough to slurp on noisily, no exaggeration.
“Haa...! Haa...!”
Serena leaked far more juice than before. After minutes of high-pitched panting, she squirted massively, climaxing.
“Haaaang!!”
Squirt... Squiiirt..........♥
Her huge ass quivered in orgasm. Below, a torrent of tide flooded the dish, mixing turbulently.
Glug... Drip. Drop. Drip-drop...
“Haaauuu........”
During it all, she stayed on her knees, desperately holding her composure to avoid splashing the dish with her ass.
...................
“Ahhh... Mm...”
Unlike the modestly filled dish at first, now it sloshed near overflowing. The dumbstruck noise she made had a clear reason: the dish was brimming with cloudy residue.
“Hn. Hnng...”
Overwhelmed by the vulgar contents, the saintess trembled her beautiful lashes and knelt properly before the dish.
And then... with shaking hands, she dipped her fingers in lightly and stirred.
She was mixing the long strands of pussy residue to erase traces. Luckily, the liquid blended, avoiding the crude visuals... but shame flooded her face indescribably.
In her slutty garter-only getup, demurely kneeling and diligently stirring her own squirt with her hands. What must be going through her mind? I couldn't even imagine.
Her eyes glistened wetly, like she was barely holding back a mental collapse. I felt embarrassed and sorry enough to close the screen, but it was too entertaining, so I endured.
Finally, she infused her pure divine power, completing it into proper saintess-brand holy water.
She placed the bottle I usually drank from nearby and poured from the dish's spout, corking it.
“Th-This should be fine now........”
Twirling the potion bottle to check for residue traces was impressive.
While she did, my gaze fixed on her sopping wet pussy. Sure, my dick was hard from the pervy show... but it wasn't blind lust.
Gulp.
I instinctively licked my lips and swallowed. Because I now knew what could quench my thirst...
By the time I heard her sobbing face-down into the pillow, I put away the crystal orb.
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I don't have any aversion to drinking someone else's love juices. Playing with Cecilia and her daughter at the store naturally involved licking and sucking each other, making bodily fluids an everyday exchange.
But drinking this sober is another story. I vividly recalled making Cecilia chug semen-packed milk; never imagined I'd be the guinea pig this time.
Not bad, but... a weird feeling. Well, it tastes good anyway... Was this how Cecilia felt?
Either way, I could imagine the saintess's turmoil. Watching me gulp down holy water mixed with her pussy juice must've stirred indescribable emotions. Impressive how she kept a poker face.
If it were purely sexual, it'd be criminally depraved... but she didn't want it that way. To her, it was just medical treatment.
Medical treatment...
If it's medical, why hide it? Something to trigger openness would be nice...
If I could worm my way in... Ngh. Time for some acting?
Even after seeing the saintess's slutty body, my lust for sex took a backseat to the desire to guzzle her sweet holy water freely. And if Saintess showed an ecstatic face from pleasure...
“Heh...”
Just thinking made me grin. I felt myself growing dependent on her, but whatever. Being her private dog, monopolizing her attention without other men around... that life might not be so bad?
I felt a nonexistent tail wagging merrily again.