Isekai Milf Tale - Saintess Edition (20)
I stared into Ivan's glazed, vacant eyes and asked the question I'd been dying to pose first.
"You like Serena, right?"
"...Yes. I do."
Of course he did. So what the hell had they been doing all this time? Last time I'd seen them on that nighttime stroll, they could barely even hold hands—their relationship was ambiguously fuzzy at best. I fired off a more blatant question.
"You two had some mood going, but you still haven't had sex? What have you been up to?"
"S-sex.............."
Ivan was under hypnosis, but he still hesitated instinctively, fumbling his words. But soon enough, he spilled his inner feelings honestly.
"Well...... I felt like the time wasn't right yet. The Saintess needs time to prepare her heart, after all. She said she'd step down from her position in a few years, so I planned to confess my feelings properly then."
"Wait... Is there a rule that says she can't date while she's Saintess?"
"Not at all. In fact, mingling with high nobles is even encouraged. It just sort of ended up this way somehow. Besides, the Saintess is so pure and devout that I figured she probably knows nothing about that sort of thing, so......"
So he held back out of some misplaced consideration. But that pure Saintess was currently going wild with me...... A twinge of inexplicable guilt made me scratch my cheek, but I quickly moved on to what I'd prepared.
This is the key part.
Hummm... I channeled my divine power into Ivan, gradually eroding his mind. His expression grew even more vacant, slipping into a highly suggestible state.
"You said you've been together for seven years. Doesn't it seem weird that there's been zero progress in all that time?"
"......What do you mean by that......"
Ivan twitched slightly, reacting—just as I'd suspected, he hadn't entirely dismissed the possibility. No matter how much time had passed her prime, Serena was still a stunning, alluring woman, the Saintess of the Pure White Faithful Society, the Glissen Kingdom's official church. She'd no doubt fended off countless advances from high nobles over the years. Ivan, assisting her at her side, must have gone pale with envy more than once.
"Come on, when a man and woman grow close, they naturally want to hug, hold each other... That's normal, right? Fine, sex aside—even if dating isn't forbidden, you two can't even hold hands properly?"
"That's because I'm passive...... It's all my fault."
"Think about it carefully. Is that really true? Even that bit about her needing time to prepare her heart...... Isn't it because she's keeping her distance that you feel that way?"
"Huh?"
"Sure, you're passive, but Serena didn't seem shy at all. If she likes you that much, why hasn't she been more forward all this time? Ever wondered about that? Maybe she's playing both sides with someone you don't know. Or maybe she just wants to keep things sentimental and platonic with you......"
"No...... that can't...... be."
Ivan muttered it like he was convincing himself. To him, who knew Serena's circumstances intimately, it was absurd nonsense—but with my divine power pressing relentlessly, seeds of doubt began to erode his mind. And honestly, for all his experience as a high priest, he didn't really understand women deep down.
A woman's heart...
It can't... be... no..., he mumbled. I figured this wasn't enough yet when a sudden idea struck me, and I questioned him again.
"For example—has any other woman shown interest in you? Like, confessed her feelings or something."
".........Priestess Becky a little......"
"Tell me more."
"Priestess Becky somehow ends up under my direct guidance more than others. So our faces get close, and when our eyes meet, she shyly looks away...... When I'm resting in my room, she sometimes visits with good tea, saying we should share it... It's...... troublesome."
Heh, Becky's putting in real effort. When I asked if she was the blonde priestess I'd seen earlier, he nodded.
"See? That's normal. She wants to get closer, so she expresses her feelings naturally through actions. How long has it even been since you arrived at Tierin Cathedral? Not seven years, that's for sure, right?"
"Ah........."
Ivan's face darkened with realization. Seizing the moment, I prodded him slyly in a soft voice.
"And... hasn't she been meeting you less lately?"
"Yes...... Lately, she hasn't been seeing me much personally. I know she's busy tending to Representative Raoul, but...... it doesn't seem like she couldn't make time......"
"See? I'm not saying give up on your feelings for Serena easily...... But don't be so rigid—maybe look around a bit sometimes? What do you think of that Priestess Becky? You don't hate her, do you?"
"I don't hate her. She's honest with her emotions, and I think she has a cute charm......"
"Good."
The big picture was set.
"Listen carefully. From now on, every time you meet Priestess Becky—every time she shows you affection—you'll gradually respond positively, without rejecting her. Got it? As a man."
"To Priestess Becky......"
A simpler hypnosis than I'd expected. And the suggestion itself was so natural between men and women that it wouldn't raise flags. I'd originally planned something like 'Every time you meet her, your feelings for Serena will slowly transfer to her,' but that would've made his thoughts too straightforward, the conclusion too obvious. Better to keep his feelings for Becky and Serena separate. Letting him stew in conflict on his own wasn't a bad play. And if misunderstandings piled up between them? Perfect.
"Understood......"
As Ivan, eroded by my power, nodded faintly in agreement, I grinned and ended the hypnosis. I glossed over the usual Saintess talk afterward, but as I left his room, I snuck a glance back—he was clearly lost in thought, wrestling with himself.
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Thwack! Red hair fluttering lightly in the breeze, and a wooden sword planted firmly before her.
"I... I lost."
".........No way. You went easy on me, right, Sister Karami?"
"No. Representative Raoul's movements were incredibly quick...... I lost focus for a moment, and that was it. I'll have to concentrate harder next time. But...... impressive growth speed, Representative."
"Eh, what......"
I flashed an awkward, bashful smile, but I couldn't suppress the deep surge of joy. I'd finally beaten Karami. By maximizing my mobility, feinting attacks with preemptive motions to bluff her constantly—it worked. Other paladins would've spotted the openings and countered instantly, but the less experienced combat nun Karami reacted passively and fell for it. Lately, my divine power control and raw strength had improved too, bolstering my body. No one could dismiss it as "just a kid's power" anymore.
Of course, it wasn't a straight win—she'd beat me in a rematch—but claiming this round was huge. My eyes sparkled with satisfaction.
"Not heading to the cathedral this morning?"
I flinched. As Karami tidied up and asked casually, my body trembled slightly.
"......I've got some time left."
My visits coincided with the start of her duties. It'd be rude, but Serena wasn't the only one. Hurrying there just meant longer labor. Not that I hated it, but...... As I hesitated, Karami slipped behind me, subtly pressing her breasts against the back of my head.
"Um...... if you've got time, why not clean up in the bathhouse with us...♥"
Karami, suggesting an orgy with the senior nuns in the bathhouse first thing in the morning. Her fingers fidgeted on my shoulder, her shyness clashing with the bold proposal—my lust stirred.
In the end, before visiting the Saintess, I dove into an orgy in the bathhouse with countless senior nuns. I thrust wildly everywhere, and at the end, I pumped their wombs full of semen. They grinned at each other, plugging their pussies with heart-shaped pussy plugs to keep it from leaking. That'd tide them over for a while.
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Not that I could back out now, but there was a reason for my hesitation. Every time I was with her, Serena transformed into a beautiful, mischievous queen lording over me. Sure, submitting to the Saintess and serving her felt good in the moment...... but afterward, being treated like a mere masturbation pet felt off.
Hiiing...... Goddesses. I'll fuck diligently from now on. No, just forgive me once, you bitches.
Today, Serena summoned me to her bedroom again. She didn't pry about my slightly later arrival—prying one by one without context seemed undignified and tacky to her. But she had no intention of cutting our playtime short; the moment I arrived, she skipped the lessons, stripped off her Saintess robes in a flourish, and dove into sex.
"Slurp... blrrrp... bleeeh. Chubub..."
"Ahhhng. Uuung...♥ Nng, nng."
With the collar on, dog ears sprouted on my head again, a tail from my pants. I crawled under the lewd, beastly form of Serena standing before me, lapping at her pussy voraciously.
One hand held a plate of melted Montbllet. The other gripped a long teaspoon and the leash. Serena dangled them both.
Drip.
"Ah..."
After letting me suck her pussy and feed me her juices for a while, Serena's waist twisted in pleasure, losing balance—she spilled a bit of Montbllet on the floor.
"Hng... Eut. Hold on. If I leave it, it'll harden...... Let me clean it up first........."
"Puhaa. Yeees........."
As I pulled my lips from her dripping slit after slurping her nectar, Serena was already bent over, grabbing a tissue from the table to wipe the floor. But the problem was...
"Uung... Before it hardens more...... Hold on........."
Sway, sway...♥
She was bent over with her ass fully exposed to me. Her massive cheeks jiggled subtly like in porn, right in my face. No panties, so her thick labia majora folded prominently, topped by her tightly clenched, pretty pink asshole.
"Huuu......"
Even as I knelt obediently behind her, trembling and voicing my restraint, the Saintess calmly wiped the spill. She cleaned diligently, but soon her fingers holding the leash quivered...... and she casually let it drop to the floor.
"Hah. Haaah......"
The tug on my neck vanished along with the strange energy. My tail shook wildly as an overwhelming urge surged. Unable to hold back, I crawled to her ass and devoured her pussy greedily.
"Churrrp... slurp. Churrrurp! Shlurp!!"
"Ha, haaaang...♥!! Re-representative!"
I didn't just bury my face in her pussy—I grabbed her plump cheeks, locking her in place. Her asshole brushed my nose in that shameful pose, but as Serena moaned with her ass offered up, she soon yanked the leash, pulling my lips away.
Gulp... What? Wasn't that an implicit invitation? Her juices were gushing.
Her legs quivered as she stood before me again, her expression a mix of shy and angry.
"Uuung......"
"........................"
I chewed her nectar softly, gazing up at her dumbly. Seeing that, Serena's face twisted into sadistic pleasure, just like last time.
"I clearly told you to stay still...... Why didn't you obey? Be honest."
She tugged the leash slyly, stimulating my neck.
"S-sorry. Your ass was so lewd and beautiful, Saintess...... I-I couldn't hold back."
"......Hng, huuung. Fine. But next time, obey me properly. Got it?"
"Yeesss..."
A brief silence fell between us. Obedient as I was, I couldn't speak—my tail just wagged.
"Want to lick more?"
"Yes."
"Then... here."
I answered without hesitation, and Serena smirked faintly. She scooped a spoonful from the plate and slathered it gently on her mound. Rich, glossy brown Montbllet glistened sweetly on her flesh.
As I stuck out my tongue like a dog and lunged instinctively, she tugged the leash to stop me.
"Uung....... Eut."
"Wait."
My perked ears drooped at her command. Looking up wistfully, I met her half-lidded, lewd gaze.
For a short while after, the Saintess teased me relentlessly: "Not yet." "Stop." "Wait." Tormenting me like training a pet dog, denying my tongue her pussy.
"You can lick now."
"Hah. Haaaah....... Th-thank you. Slurp..."
"Aang♥"
Serena placed a finger on my tongue, her lashes fluttering in ecstasy. Even as I suckled her pussy noisily, she stroked my hair in praise for my patient obedience—a reward well-earned.
This would last until lunchtime today. I shut out my reason, focusing solely on the sweet taste at my tongue's tip.