Isekai Milf Story - Saintess Arc (21): Afternoon
“Hoo……”
In her office, the saintess propped her chin on her hand, wearing a languid expression. Lately, Serena had been grappling with a jumble of bewildering emotions. Her body felt light as if it might float away, and her mood was fantastic—but the underhanded way she’d obtained that pleasure left her uneasy.
Today felt amazing too……
Every time Raoul, transformed into a dog, lapped at her pussy, that ecstatic pleasure was beyond words. Especially at the peak, when he buried his muzzle in her crotch and eagerly drank every spurt of her squirting juices—it was an addictive bliss, like shedding all reason and reverting to pure beast.
But once the lewd play ended and she returned to her duties, the guilt hit hard in proportion to the pleasure. She tried to deny it to herself, but deep down, she’d enjoyed it—and that made her feel all the more sorry toward Ivan.
Serena glanced at the corner of her desk, confirming that only one of the Montbllets he’d gifted her remained. Her lips trembled slightly.
I’m insane, Serena. Even if the goddess ordered it…… how could I do something so perverted……
The luxury Montbllet from her lover Ivan, with whom she’d implicitly promised a future. Yet she’d been smearing it on her labia as bait, making it tastier for Raoul to devour her pussy.
Ugh……
Realizing the sinfulness again stirred something oddly arousing within her, but she shook her head vigorously inside, banishing the thought.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen much of Ivan lately……”
Serena pictured Ivan’s face, dutifully handling the priests’ training while she indulged in her depraved pleasures. Noticing the sunset outside, she murmured, He’s probably finished teaching by now……
This can’t go on—it’s dangerous. I need to see Ivan and steady my heart. I haven’t crossed the line yet……
With that resolve, Serena rose from her chair and stepped out of the office.
As the saintess quietly traversed the quiet cathedral toward the inner halls, she reached the vast chamber where priests trained. No chatter echoed, suggesting the session had ended. They were likely wrapping up and preparing dinner.
Did I miss him? Ah! There……
She froze. Passing a massive pillar, Serena spotted Ivan in the chamber’s center and moved to wave—but as she took another step, a female priest came into view, previously hidden.
Ivan and the priestess faced each other, hands demurely clasped. Without thinking, Serena ducked behind the pillar.
Wh-what am I doing, hiding like some creep? It’s probably nothing……
Feeling foolishly embarrassed, she started to emerge—then overheard a conversation she couldn’t ignore.
“……Because Priest Ivan is always so kind to me…… And your manners are impeccable…… Th-that’s why I think you’re…… cool.”
“…………………….”
“I-I’ve heard rumors that you and the saintess are dating, but…… is it true? You’re always together…… Are you really……?”
“That’s……”
Ivan felt dizzy. Lately, Priestess Becky had been showing clear interest in him. He’d noticed her subtly getting under his skin too. Unable to suppress his feelings, he’d been extra gentle with her, his soft gazes encouraging her boldness until she stood before him now.
“The saintess and I…… aren’t like that. Our positions just bring us close.”
Hm……
A figure flinched behind the pillar. Serena knew this well. Publicly acknowledging their romance would draw unwanted scrutiny, so they both denied it. She’d even instructed him to. But knowing didn’t quell her anxiety.
If it were just popularity leading to a confession, fine—but Ivan’s flustered gestures seemed to earnestly dispel the misunderstanding.
A strange dissonance gripped her. Serena held her breath, eavesdropping further.
“I-is that so…… That’s a relief……”
“Mm……”
Becky beamed genuinely relieved, and Ivan blushed at her candid emotion. Spotting it, her eyes sparkled. This was a stark contrast to his usual stoicism—the shy expression he showed for the first time, his gaze not displeased.
She realized he wasn’t so different from her.
“………D-do you…… dislike me?”
“I…… I mean…… Th-that’s…… Priestess Be-Becky……”
“……!”
Becky shivered with thrill. She sensed Ivan was sincerely conflicted about her. An indescribable heat welled up inside.
She didn’t know his dilemma’s cause. But if it meant opportunity…… Even as a naive virgin, instinct screamed now’s the chance. Heart pounding, she acted.
Poof……
“Priestess Be-Becky……!”
“……If you don’t like it, push me away. I won’t say a word.”
Becky turned her head shyly and nestled into his arms. Watching from hiding, Serena’s pupils quivered.
In her view, Ivan panicked but didn’t shove her off. His eyes even softened slightly, as if……
A stuffy frustration rose in the saintess. Their matching blonde hair looked so couple-like—it had to be her imagination.
Shaking her head at the absurdity, she saw Ivan gently grasp Becky’s shoulders and ease her away. Relief bloomed on Serena’s face.
“Ngh……”
Expecting rejection, Becky drooped sadly, blinking back tears. Then, contrary to her fears, a soft murmur reached her.
“Not yet……”
“……Pardon?”
Becky lifted her head at Ivan’s cryptic words. He averted his gaze, steadying his trembling voice before continuing calmly.
“I don’t know you well enough to answer yet. ……How about tea time tomorrow? If that’s alright?”
“Ah………! Y-yes! Of course! I’ll prepare my finest tea!”
She’d thought it over, but Ivan had granted her personal time for the first time. Depending on her, opportunities abounded.
“C-come to my room tomorrow at this hour…!”
Becky smiled radiantly.
………………
“………….”
Serena sat at her desk with a grave expression. The sunset outside proved little time had passed since the chamber incident. She’d fled before their talk ended, barricading herself here.
Few would approach after witnessing that atmosphere—especially involving one’s deep entanglement.
She was cautious.
No? It’s not like that? It can’t be……
Reeling from shock, Serena muttered internally to calm herself. But requesting time from a confessor and scheduling a date instead—what was that?
She couldn’t ignore it.
Right. Maybe he’ll formally reject her with an apology. We’ve known each other for years……
Long history left positive possibilities. But what of this creeping anxiety?
Knock knock
“May I enter, Saintess?”
“………………Yes.”
Perfectly timed, Ivan arrived post-duties. After his full report, Serena listened quietly, then smiled softly.
“Thank you as always, Ivan. Did something good happen today?”
“Pardon? Good……?”
“Hehe…… You just look radiant. As I said before, you’re so popular with the priests—getting bold advances, perhaps?”
Serena teased naturally, probing. Ivan flinched briefly but rolled his eyes, confirming her normalcy.
“N-not at all. Popularity…… probably a misunderstanding.”
“Fufu, really? No woman you fancy?”
“……You know. It’s you, Saintess……”
Chatting casually, she prodded subtly, but Ivan never mentioned Becky.
“Good work, Ivan. Rest well.”
“Then I’ll take my leave. Please finish up and rest, Saintess……”
“Yes.”
Click
“………….”
Smiling until Ivan left, Serena’s face went blank the moment the door shut. In the silence, she sat motionless, lips pressed tight.
Her mind churned with dark emotions.
Ivan lied to me……
In seven years, he’d never lied—not even hidden things, even intimate ones. He’d always been upfront about troubles.
Why shield Priestess Becky?
What’s this…… Hiding a date with another woman? Just admit it’s casual tea……
It boiled down to one word: cheating.
Suddenly, his recent lack of advances seemed suspicious. He’d cited her restrictions—Raoul—but true love would nudge anyway.
Before, his shyness excused it; now, post-scene, no.
Jealousy flared toward Becky, but faded quickly. She hadn’t stolen a taken man; Ivan seemed to be hedging both.
‘We don’t know each other, so let’s find out’…… What……
Serena seethed inwardly. Even her lewd acts with Raoul started shifting in her mind.
Mine’s pure medical treatment…… His is just cheating…… Probably……
Starting with anger and sorrow, she soon toyed with her lips, dark thoughts brewing. She had dizzying pleasure to banish discomfort.
Her mind raced.
The goddess is right. I’ve done nothing wrong…… If Ivan’s scouting between me and her, that’s his fault.
“Then…… in that case…………”
Her plump lips parted, a husky whisper escaping. Recalling Raoul’s sex made her pussy wetten; her luscious thighs rubbed together lewdly.
“I can indulge a little too……”
Serena felt her guilt fading away.